On the Eve of Jim Morrison’s Birthday 8th dec, 2013: Far From the Singularity to This Real Plane of Existence

On the Eve of Jim Morrison’s Birthday 8th dec, 2013: Far From the Singularity to This Real Plane of Existence

Jim Morrison: For Thine is the Kingdom

Jim Morrison: For Thine is the Kingdom

A call

A waking

A field of desire

Birds of the new dawn, awaiting

Home where the trees sing, winds rustle and the moon climbs on the back of the hills

Tomorrow after all will bring this day

In a new way this birth

And the world will be saved.

-J

 

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Psychedelic Tattva of the Non-Local Connectivity with the Pure Essence of Delight: The ‘Braja Rasa-Samagraha’ of Quantum Quintessential Self-Speaking Identity

Psychedelic Tattva of the Non-Local Connectivity with the Pure Essence of Delight: The ‘Braja Rasa-Samagraha’ of Quantum Quintessential  Self-Speaking Identity

Tattva, Kula Shaker, 1996

Tattva, Kula Shaker, 1996

“Acintya bheda bheda tattva (4 x)
At the moment that you wake from sleeping
And you know it’s all a dream
Well the truth may come in strange disguises
Never knowing what it means”.

– Tattva, Kula Shaker, Album K, 1996

 

Deep into our being there is this sap, the very ‘essence’ of all that is pure and everlasting and within its folds, the sacred wood harvests the sweet song of the Madhava, of Gokula in the trine of the sun and the moon with the occult all perceiving eye. All particles subatomic are kind of primordial quantum self taking part in the great dance of the braja-lila rasa samagraha to satiate their thirst for the ecstasy that is timeless and boundless. In every circle or triangle or trapezohedron, quantum information or qubits are exchanging their freedom with the cosmic shrine.

Under the holy tree (the tree of life), past, present and future are one thing, a vast non-local singularity connects our existence with the Transcendental   the flame of the candle is the mantra of our journey through magical worlds.

In the katha-samudra (the unmanifested word-ocean), the creation is an intoxicated point of imagination gradually expanding and contracting at the same time.

Diesel snow garbage

All join their hands to make the flower

Wing its petals in the air

Finality of the spring

Subtle like a thin arrow

Pierces dream’s nebulae

And gives rise to autumnal shapes

Hope magnifies the vision of the ouroboros

Sleeping in the giant shell

Its sees light over the bayan kara ula

Stones depicted the cyclical changes

Kara ula korva utat

Hitchhiking on the endless road

It found the long lost rhythm of dance

On the way to the eternal gatefold- Shambhala.

– 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

You Need To Call Your Lord Via Deltrom-Geltrom-Protein Fibre Line to Zoom Matter As Dance

Pagan Art, Samij Datta, 2012

You Need To Call Your Lord Via Deltrom-Geltrom-Protein Fibre Line to Zoom Matter As Dance

Consciousness-Analogue

Black vowels of ancient space run the summer months

Love is a ‘jyoti’ of the night for the day

Within the triangular vertices enacting the polygonal marriage

Krishna Adi Prem Radha-Govinda Swarnam

As light diffused the darkness, the Absolute appears

Shimmering gold lines of Sri Prabhu Jagat Bandhu Sundor

Wasp and bees turn into the hermetic square of the rectangle

Their geometry of precision is the desire for their union

The lateral curve shift of the Alblackica hymn gave ‘ananda’ its true prize of noble generosity

Spring’s anointed flowers are purple ether-circles of autumn

Drops of honey are gathered in cells    

Man calls his Lord from his inmost submission to the nature

Prakitir buke proloy, proloy hate ashirvad

Phire ashi baronbar ei jal pata shishire beja bhuvone

At the heart of the stone, the symbol stands for the Apocalypse

And I return with my hands dipped in sands ‘At the Hour of the God’.

The Bliss of a Romantic Morning as Seen Through the Eye of a Poet in the Mind-Mirror Reflections of his Self-Embodiment: 151st Birth Anniversary of Rabindranath Tagore, Noble Laureate

1934 circa, Rabindranath Tagore, coloured ink on paper

Consciousness-Analogue

There is an automatic template of the mind

That captures images of nature

Through the varltumin camera positioned in the eye

Alpine valleys surrounded by mountains are free to dance speak and laugh

Words are their images in the dreaming soliloquy of their existence

Rivers find their ways in the twining pathways leading to immortality

And the spirit of their substance become starlit summer nights that levitate

Light is light in the clock-arm of alblackica

Romancing the wind in the stone circles of chintamani

Brahman calls Brahman the root cause behind the 11th chapter of Brouhaman

Shakti is singular in the rain wedded months of Baishakh

And as drops of water bring scarlet joy to the heart of the infinitude

The old eagle of the centroid awoke from his sleep in the numberless keys of his destiny

To embrace earth as a miniature in a meta-entangled quantum multiverse

I saw many earths as poets dreaming like him to express the fountain of a superluminal desire

Their words are not mere artefacts but points escaping through a worm-hole

To reach the mother-of-their-origins as they fly out towards their embryonic source

Their consciousness the only-truth carrier in this trance bound journey through nature

Stones pick up idle grass and butterflies, the skies pick their clouds in sacks of rice

Each carrying the other and often huddled together to celebrate life

This we called a momentum: ‘Ananda-Nritya-Sangeet’ of the rasa-lila

Man is tied to his fortune through bonds of friendship

His hands are gifts of nature to be the artist-poet of his own creational multiplex

He grows among hills and trees and worships the sacred crust of His own existence.

Tat-Purusha-Hari-Tat-Sat.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Notes from Tagore:

‘The morning will surely come, the darkness will vanish and thy voice will pour down in golden streams breaking through the sky.

This is my delight, thus to wait and watch at the wayside where shadow chases light and the rain comes in the wake of summer’. – Gitanjali, 1910, Rabindranath Tagore