Ratha Yatra 2017: Intersection Point Where All Timelines and Space (Cartan Subspace) Conjoin at a Wormhole Junction in Hyperspace

Jagganatha Subhadra and Balarama

Lord Jagannatha Devi Subhadra and Lord Balarama painting, folk style 19th century, Orissa courtesy Sothebys

“Na tasya pratima asti yasya nama Mahadyasa Hiranyagarbha” (Yajur Veda 32:3 hymn) /’He Has No Image, His Name is Glorious Hiranyagarbha’.

“Mameibanso jiva loke jiba bhutah sanatanah” (15th Chapter of Gita) ‘The Perennial Part of the God is Present in the Body of Creatures’. 

Ratha Yatra Poster

Ratha Yatra in London old poster art

 

Bondage is the impermanent nature of the universe

Only the everlasting soul dwells in non-duality

Being free and beyond the causation of space-time it appears as everything

It disappears into the golden womb of nothing

Still shining in the void of voids

It is the supreme unity of all operational matrices

The essence or nature from which creation assumes its destiny

A preset asymmetry is then released into the finite

Into the ocean of multitudes branching out the karmic propensities

A single flow of supreme divinity connects them all

Pulsating all timelines of the cycles of yugas

A manifested ocean of space consumes them all *Prajnana Bramha/’Idam Mahadbhutam Anantam Aparam bijnana ghana eba’ (Brihadarankya Upanishad)

A differentiated order of chaos is the original destiny of the unifying godhead

Sacred evolution is the sustaining metaphor of every life in the universe

As the chariot moves creating its own rhythm of dance

A spectacle beholds the passing scenes

From the Hiranyagarbha , it was before the rising sun awake from its slumbering sleep

Deep beneath it was only a radiance of love that overflowed

That connected with itself through all sentient beings

And the wheels of Jagannatha neither dry or wet

Rolled into the essence beyond the machine perfection of human intelligence

Into that where no words can peer or sound vibrate

Or thoughts claw their meaning on mind

Into that ineffable:

‘Hiranmayen patrena Satyasaphihitam mukham,

Tattwampushanapabrunu Satya Dharmaya Drustaye’ (Isha Upanishad)

 

-J

 

 

 

 

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The Retrocausality and the Return Car Festival: The Strange Charm Ways of the Quark-Anti-Quark Digesis of the ‘Uhurupa’ (Tat Twam Asi – gratyu self 1/2 integer spin)

Srila Prabupada and Allen Ginsberg

Srila Prabupada and Allen Ginsberg

 

The Retrocausality and the Return Car Festival: The Strange Charm Ways of the Quark-Anti-Quark  Digesis of  the ‘Uhurupa’ (Tat Twam Asi – gratyu self  1/2 integer spin)

Thoughts weaving thoughts making senses           

Lord Jagannatha Lord Balarama and Devi Subhadra Folk Art Orissa

Lord Jagannatha Lord Balarama and Devi Subhadra Folk Art Orissa

Poetry interweaving fabric of space time bending

Events occur, concur in a landscape of uhurupa

This cosmic multiverse is uhurupa

It’s the bhiksha-patra of the being

All existence confined to uhurupa

It projects out of it, void and substance

After a long hard day, the uhurupa earned the sky and the rains

Then the sea and the rocks

Then land and shores, gravel and sand

Then a nestling branch, timber and flutes

All that he earned by begging and begging…

The sun closed its eyes,

Evening paroled the swiftness of its rhythm

Is it now time to go back home?

Is there anyone at home?

Form gave formlessness

Substance emptiness

Uhurupa was the absolute answer

It’s the bhiksha patra of all beings

It carried on its shoulder the meaning of all things

It’s the literal landscape of the evolutionary enlightenment

From Buddha to Aurobindo – all a point on this begging bowl

You beg with yourself and earn some points                                                                           

Buddha Bowl 1883 Lithograph Calcutta Museum Source The Times of India

Buddha Bowl 1883 Lithograph Calcutta Museum Source The Times of India

Inhabit a dot space in this grand exo-architecture

But only with and within yourself – that’s the key to this trade de equality

Someday you earn a bowl of rice

Other days your skin is burnt like the sun

And you jump into the river like a log of wood

Become boat on a river

Feeling free

Verse like

A positron backwards in time

Touching mountains of past and deserts of eternity

And the wilderness that you confront is there…

I am speaking to you from the xon-co-rupa

Everything you see is me

It’s the uhurupa …dancing in uhurupa to become the uhurupa

Here…there, everywhere

Just beg within yourself the true light of destiny                                

Jim Morrison in Mexico circa 1969

Jim Morrison in Mexico circa 1969

May the bowl give you the substance you need

And love to feel the Absolute

May the power reside in your words and transform and heal

The rainbow sneaks through the clouds

‘’ It’s the time that has come again’’

                     

 – J

 

 

 

 

Sri Jagannatha Ratha Yatra 2014: A Vision Where All Worlds Meet And The Journey Begins Embracing Words Of The Everlasting Sankirtan Lila As Barefooted Lovers of the Divine Ecstasy (Music of the Soul) Draw The Chariot To The Heart of Their Selves

Lord Jagannatha idol on the Right & Srila Prabhupada Chanting at the Golden Gate Park San Francisco circa 1967

Lord Jagannatha idol on the Right & Srila Prabhupada Chanting at the Golden Gate Park San Francisco circa 1967

Sri Jagannatha Ratha Yatra 2014: A Vision Where All Worlds Meet And The Journey Begins Embracing Words Of The Everlasting Sankirtan Lila As Barefooted Lovers of the Divine Ecstasy (Music of the Soul) Draw The Chariot To The Heart of Their Selves                                                                                                                           

The San Francisco Scene Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead, Janis Joplin, Allen Ginsberg and Krishna Consciousness circla Jan 1967

The San Francisco Scene Jefferson Airplane, Grateful Dead, Janis Joplin, Allen Ginsberg and Krishna Consciousness circa Jan 1967

     

The day the Self-born unity will come into being by the harmony and integration of knowledge, devotion and work, as impelled by the Will of the Virat Purusha, the Universal Person, on that day the chariot of Jagannath will come out on the avenues of the world, radiating its light in all directions. Satya Yuga, the Age of Truth will descend upon earth; the world of mortal man will become the field for the play of the Divine, the temple-city of God, the metropolis of Ananda. – The Chariot of Jagannath by Sri Aurobindo

Barefooted…

We stood at the confluence of the holy river and the sea      

Srila Prabhupada at the Golden Gate Park Feb 1967

Srila Prabhupada at the Golden Gate Park Feb 1967

(dariyeachi ek apurbo ananda vairagyer mohonay)

Divine tide

Made us ride

The chariot that came forth

Sarirer Shihoron

Ananda Kirtan

Bheshe jay sab plabone

A flooding light

Strange and bright

Drowned us in

And we rejoiced at the shores of bliss…

 

Jay Jagannath

Jay Jagannath

Jay Jagannath

HARI OM (3x)

The universe hangs on its ancient plenum

Finally silence has words to speak off

It speaks out of its heart’s compassion

Naked sunbeams travelling moonlight flooding streets       

Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu at the Divine Confluence

Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu at the Divine Confluence

Flooding horizons

And pastures rained with starlit dreams

Raising their heads against the sky

To meet the Real in themselves

Every nook and corner, the music must go on…

The revelry must conjure the passion of their lives

Embrace the barefooted lovers of this destiny

Meet by the riverside, mountainside and at conclaves or at gardens

The unknown call answered at these places

Hail the Lord –The Lord of the Worlds

Innermost thoughts

Innermost expressions

Can translate the power of the Godhead

Into the surface of a raindrop refracting rainbow

Where do we go?

To know thyself

That thou art hidden

Words are like mirrors reflecting everything

Words are trance objet de art

Words are ocean of multitudes

Whatever be your language

The destiny is One

1>1         as many                                                                

Grateful Dead Playing 30 min rendition of Dancing in the Street as a Street Sankirtan at the Tomkins Square Park circa 1967 acknowledgement Meyer Liebowitz The NY Times

Grateful Dead Playing 30 min rendition of Dancing in the Street as a Street Sankirtan at the Tomkins Square Park /First East Coast Gig circa 1967 acknowledgement Meyer Liebowitz The NY Times

1>2         as many subsets of many

Immerse yourself

And dissolve…

Withered petals have offered their wealth

The sap of honey rekindles fire

Satiates senses

Purge poets

For the ‘sadhana’

And Dante’s paradise mirrors the Self

Streets are flooded with moonlight doves

Evening rubs

The feathered pitch of sunlight receding in the dark

Forest wood sandal hooves

Gum resin fibre                                                                         

Lord Jagannatha Lord Balarama and Devi Shubhadra with Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu Folk Art

Lord Jagannatha Lord Balarama and Devi Shubhadra with Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu Folk Art

Echoing every leaf’s crescent arm

Over sleepy houses, quarters and emerald seas

They have incensed and bathed words in their delight

The light

Shines…

Comes ahead

Above the forehead

Observe the unfolding

Of events

From non-existent sat to chit of ‘ananda kirtan’ – this very body of delight

Transcendental unity on the surface of the universe bubble (the Swar from Hiranyaloka)

Dancing in the streets…

Evening drains out

Only the tree of life looks up to the sun

Forming crystals flowers of imaginative display

That exchange information that is discreet

Of the coming time

Do you know why?

Achinta-bheda-abheda-tattva

Active kriya awakens the world

For better possibilities on which we live

Quotrivan Jagannatha walking on the sands

Quotri-van…

Blessings sweet

On the chariot’s way                                                   

Jim Morrison Frankfrut circa 1968

Jim Morrison Frankfrut circa 1968

Blown by the winds

Pull towards your q-self

Express thy feelings…

Jay Jagannatha

Hari Om Tat Sat!

 

There in between images

Times fills space

at the bottom of this

Hanging emptiness

the tree clings to the soul

flowering beauty’s mystic sense

which we glance through

our mind

The Lord awaits on the shore

as the moon awaits the cycle to end and begin

renew the words with feelings

Sri Aurobindo circa 1915

Sri Aurobindo circa 1915

and you have everything…

“I was doing time in the universal mind.
I was feeling fine.
I was turning keys, I was setting people free.
I was doing all right.
Chorus: Then you came along
With a suitcase and a song,
Turned my head around.
Now I’m so alone
Just looking for a home
In every place I see.
I’m the freedom man (3x)
That’s how lucky I am.   – Universal Mind/Jim Morrison/The Doors

 

– J

 

 

                         

 

 

 

The Lord is the Vessel of the Unmanifest-Hymn to Transform Dark Energy into Pure Consciousness and Light

Lord Jagannatha Patachitra (Orissa, India)

The Lord is the Vessel of the Unmanifest-Hymn to Transform Dark Energy into Pure Consciousness and Light

Consciousness-Analogue

There is a unitary oneness code within the vowen-supratohentim supramental

It selects the Azent mode horse-grammar cyclone

Rivers courtyards are filled with rivers and the sun is an old man ferrying boats

Everything else is silent but wakeful

Full of hope and praise for this earth and its men

Jagannatha in Alblackica worships the painting of Hurhiman

Man is man in the Brahman of Shakti

That flowers the social hymn of a common understanding

Knowledge is a virtue not a class differentiator

Rare is the intelligence fit for the cup of original ecstasy

Aquanto uhinmrang…looking through the mirror gaze of Jean-Cocteau   

I see myself in the past of its present coming from the future of time

Rocks roll as the chariot moves across pure deserts of Xan Infinity

Worship the second that bears your name so one day it may hold the cross of your destiny

Forever Love Life Light anon!

– Joy Roy Choudhury

SAVE OLIVE RIDLEY SEA TURTLES IN ORISSA

 

 

The Sap-Bud Focal Hymn of Nature R=r/R Towards a Universal Social Consciousness in Matter-Truth Table

The Sap-Bud Focal Hymn of Nature R=r/R Towards a Universal Social Consciousness in Matter-Truth Table

Consciousness-Analogue in a Dialogue

The flower is the nectar of the tree

Mind-yeast fermentation yields magic numbers of the super-fast agent of light particle-carriers

Grammar is the logic-boat of argumentative process, anti-grammar is empty

The ships sail through Methuselah, Jagannath in Alblackica domain

The lord is the lord of the sand-particle in the boat-mesons of the aborigines

“Where Alph, the sacred river, ran…”

Alpha omega virtues of the time in zime give red earth some rain

Coal splinters are the clock in the cyclones of infinity

Yime-horse running on space-field grace-built structure

6971>T<1769 6 words in August make the Nepoleon

Tat Sat Adi Om

Brahman is Brahman the magic particle in elementary prosody

Racine wrote tragedy of man that is humus to the plants        

And plants are flowers in the existence of consciousness

In the plabintim-circuit of the creation, the stone was a task-force of resurrection.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture/West Sikkim, Joy Roy Choudhury

“Where Alph, the sacred river, ran…”, Kubla Khan, S. T. Coleridge

Artwork, Samij Datta, 2012

Stone Apparatus of the Mind-Tray in the Formless Vision of the Cat

Quinwing A, Samij Datta

Stone Apparatus of the Mind-Tray in the Formless Vision of the Cat

Consciousness-Analogue

Gurundig had a vision one day

She lay happily in the dream boat of an unknown truth

Played over a piano in c-sharp and minor scales

Arbitrary numbers became alphabets on the mouse-pad of her living world

She saw signals trapped in outer space that are moving in a distance

The equator was the face of a coyote running backwards in time

Frozen circles of memory mesmerize ether’s vibrating nebulas

And under the full moon the bark-tree song remains the same

Ages have passed under the bending sickle’s memorandum of understanding                                                            

Reason has toiled in the garden of its laughter

Weeding tropics with jobless acquisition of wealth

The river plantation have ceased statues collapsed like Mixolydian arcs

Gurundig was the happy mate of a satyr tragopan

Brewing coffee on the magic carpet of Dattatreya mantra

Dattatreya Hari Tat Sat

Forces are coplanar dusk hymns of Alblackica on anti-matter run

The sun is a dog bone chewing time like a dog in the micro-mind ether of the red space

Flying like a libretto of Francesco Cavalli in the Baroque evening of a mid-summer night’s dream

Was Shakespeare born from another planet in a different solar system?

The mind is a holographic universe attaining self-hood through enlightened thoughts

And as Gurundig in other Gurundigs melted like ice, there was an arrow of time like thunder in the skies

Where is the key given in the night of the Nights when the gods slept in the dreams of their destinies?

Where lay your kingdom what waters you have sailed to come to this shore?

Is memory a sacred beast lying in the space oblivious of everything?

Are you still dying or living like a dead in the mirror of mirrors haunted or deserted?

What bones mutter in the air in the shape of a Holocaust and crying like a baby in the infant cradles of your history?

Time was a hidden  line of significance that incarnated points on the index of a page

It read itself incognito

The past is the present in the future of the past

And the past is not a past in the present future of time

But a light of flaming feathers on a quinwing- DNA isomatrix

Heliographic circles of Old Possum’s Practical Cats

Gave alpha zazix turn to king-circle-queen-well substrate of the creation

The wheel is a wheel in the cylindrical psychiquazim mind-matter of Jagannath

Yaya-Chakra-Chintamani-Yaya.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Rupi’s Dance (2003), solo album by Ian Anderson