THE DYING SWAN MOVEMENTS OF THE CLOCK AND THE CLASSICAL EPIPHANY OF ALBERT EINSTEIN’S TIME DILATION: THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT

 

THE DYING SWAN MOVEMENTS OF THE CLOCK AND THE CLASSICAL EPIPHANY OF ALBERT EINSTEIN’S TIME DILATION: THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT 

The Dying Swan, ballet performed by Anna Pavlova circa 1910

The Dying Swan, ballet performed by Anna Pavlova circa 1910

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Colours are splashed by the sun’s primal meridian

Evoking the silence of silvery nights

Dim light’s ambrosiac reminiscer of the seas

Over a book of Hamlet, recollecting

Ancient coins, stamps, murals and seals

Time’s prolific mistress Ophelia is drowning

Drowning in the indistinguishable ether of memory

At the bottom of the floor the mosaic patterns mirror oblivion

Unoccupied by the birth of a star or a stream that flows by in

Words are radioactive decay of atoms causing collapse

Silence is the superposition

Thinking allows us to master the universe

In the holy Ajna, the sacred fire is the peacock’s wish to dance like the rain

Darker the clouds lighter the burden of the sinuous hills

And as the peaks coiled like serpent’s tail He Fathered the deep symmetry of the race

 

 

Events that become the ground reality of things self-collapsed into one possible nothingness frame

Rest all are mathematical projections of the hyperspace functions

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

The candle doesn’t mark the end of time but eternity

As long as we live as ‘one in many’, in the many fields of the Symbolist Movement

Crossing the frontier with Mallarme and Laforgue

Into the dead analogous world of parallel uncertainties

Paris transfigures

As Rome as Venice

The flowers in the garden

Bringing Her glory of the spring

Nestled in the relative harmonics of simultaneity

Sharp like the knife’s edge in the chill delirium

Voices ringing in the far-off shores

Felt the constant stillness of the soul.

The actor suffers to deliverance

The mob cracks; the walls, the fire

‘THERE IS NO MORE FIRMAMENT’

Far and beyond as near to nearness compelling thy light

To manifest itself in the synecdoche of universal bliss.

 

-Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: ‘There is no more firmament’, one-act surrealist play by French playright Antonin Artaud, 1920s

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The Photographic Images in the Slice of Space-Time is the Well Defined Moment Restored to Perceive the Eternal ‘Jyoti’: From Light Bending to Become Light in the Yuwaziha

The Photographic Images in the Slice of Space-Time is the Well Defined Moment Restored to Perceive the Eternal ‘Jyoti’: From Light Bending to Become Light in the Yuwaziha

Billiard Table

                                                                                            Yerexa reta al hou razib pelam

Maha-Avatar Sri Babaji Maharaj

Maha-Avatar Sri Babaji Maharaj

Time flies awaiting the cosmic turn of things

The pale star is now the quantum sun of eventuality

Michelangelo's Night

Michelangelo’s Night

Within the diameter red-shift dilation points the arrow into the hole

The pool table is full of possibilities – phase-link up the past with the present

Momentary wings eternize point-like gravity waves of the ancient ape

Particle size dimension is crystallized in the memory of the hyperspace

Self-reflecting a point like an idea criss-crossing on a plane

The painter subjects the external word to find the inner-symmetry of randomness in nature through the cosmic lens

So the light is often the lunar synthesis of  Michelangelo’s Night – anti-gravity of matter

Mirra Alfassa/Divine Mother, Monalisa 2013

Mirra Alfassa/Divine Mother, Monalisa 2013

Lifts itself from the grassy banks of the ever flowing Tiber

Like a song without a trace, or a note without an echo it disappeared from the scenic moment of the frieze

Far away into nexorom vita space-time tunnel of the new creation

Perhaps word-sounds are travelling too like Rousseau, Fellini and Heisenberg

Without a jerk through Alxovin gate faster than the rays of the sun.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

William Shakespeare’s the Forests of Arden: The Quantum Vauxhall and the Poetics of Shambhala

 

 

William Shakespeare, Monalisa, 2012

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William Shakespeare’s the Forests of Arden: The Quantum Vauxhall and the Poetics of Shambhala

Consciousness-Analogue

The mystical belongings of the ancient race can trace itself to the Forests of Arden

Time’s enormity is confined in the quadro-dynamics of the mind’s ear (the history of Sruti from Silence)

The cobble stones that make the road are the feet of your words in a trance like state

A quantum journey that man must partake to reach the prefix of his destiny

Dissolved in that forest of silence, the Brahman is the true Shakti of the magnetic force

The fermions exchange with bosons in the Last Supper of the creation’s rite

Parallel universes do exist in the nano-infinity of the tall tree (the ancient Vauxhall tribe of the Red Indians)

Within the realm of the magnificent architecture, Shambhala opening its gates of freedom

With the closed-aperture of the individual’s camera choice in the whole macrocosm

The bark is the feather of the winged-war horse

That dives into the ocean of everlasting love

Vauxhall Adam/source the Telegraph, UK

Vauxhall Adam/source the Telegraph, UK

To recreate the Dwarka or Alexandria or Rome or Athens

From the sea-voyage of the sun in the moon’s chalice of the midnight sonata

These are revelations of the ancient stone in the khwa-zim-uvra space

Broken harps of platinum may sing that song of the road for ages to come

Connect with that storage information system in the cells

You may receive an answer from the abode of lights.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

Untitled Love in the Mystery of Life within Bounded-Unbounded Space of Time-Elongation: Olmo-Lung-Ring Message from Vrajo-Unin-Termas

Unborn Tazig, Olmo-Lung-Ring, Samij Datta, 2012

Untitled Love in the Mystery of Life within Bounded-Unbounded Space of Time-Elongation: Olmo-Lung-Ring Message from Vrajo-Unin-Termas

Consciousness-Analogue

When the mind meditates with the stone

The mountains utter their prayers to the moon and the stars

Reciprocation of love offered is a natural causal-effect of bio-geo kinesis

Yao yao ru ta te tu ro yam hua

Yia tu yia tu yang yeng ying

Simple are the ways of the magnetic-priest yet differential and prismatic

Three-fold time in the star-gate crystal; the sound is the anointed ring of the shamans

Wisdom articulates the practice of bon in every alter of the tree

Relative vision is higher than normal lens perception

Drawing on the inner-line of the lake Nam Tso, the sun has found a shelter beneath the ice

It was the night time melting into dawn

It was the last rite in the sacred field

If tomorrow came like a ghost sweeping the floors of yesterday’s fears

Today will be the day to practise the knocking on heaven’s door?

In the zabber of the Brahman I saw the lion looking into the man through the heart of a bird flying like a tiger

Do you see the blazing blade of grass over dew drops falling from the bowl of the cherubic fire?

Do you hear the sound, do you hear the sound?

After silence banged the head of the gods against a table rolling the dice with Judas?

What they have falsified to the winds carrying their feathers over dead tongues misconstruing across many rolling seas?

There is nothing at all- no myths no archetypes no tombs no statues

Not even the written word from the diadem of truth

It was in that that I saw that it ‘moved not yet it moved’ over nameless apostrophes of man’s struggle with destiny

What ‘that is not that is’ but it was a moment when light had no shadow in the death vision of a dream

Dreams connected spheres and shepherds brought thy music from the long valley of olmo-lung-ring

Supermind: walk the walkatishwara-cross-tri-qua-non (bliss restoration – narayana)

She ate the apple in the effigy of the bon to melt mankind into the ecstasy of hunger

That hunger was the desire to be greater than the one in the many one of ones in the creation

Man loved the gods greater than himself and thus paved the path for their evolution

It was the hour before the time in zime, a mighty finger pointed its direction towards that darkness revealing itself

Light, a blind source of freedom opened as if a lotus peeped from the stars into the green horses of the sea

9-parabrahman-9, supramental-qui-qui-shakti

Some came to win, some came to loose

Others were just riding their luck

What difference it makes to this creation?

Nothing I say is vain

For they bear the feather that is born from the dusk of original purity

To be more free with the self honour the life that is given to you

For one day you may know have crossed death towards immortality.

Shantih Shantih Shantih!

Peace on Earth!

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

The White Stone Images of the After-Light Years in the Free-Will Destiny of Sacred Time in the Alblackica Hours ‘if it were a dream’!

Tribal Art, West Bengal, 2011

The White Stone Images of the After-Light Years in the Free-Will Destiny of Sacred Time in the Alblackica Hours ‘if it were a dream’!

Consciousness-Analogue

Image intercepts images from signal-bound destinies

Raven-rod sparkle the white-dwarf star

From Shambhala to Tibet to Sikkim to South 24parganas, time’s winged-horse pulls its chariot

Om adi om adi-om-adi-chintamani link up matter with true conscious illumination

Hevaya-factor reduced by 1, analogous to motion at rest in motion

Changes reconstitute the new order

Alpha finale of the grand alala

Awakened from the inconscient sleep in a well of waters

Nag-Swarpa saw time’s axis holding the Chalice in the mouth of the great ocean 

Tat-terra-rawat-rawat-un-uni-univham

Son of Man rises from the sea

Words are token adjectives prepossessing nouns in a verbal dialogue

Words are annihilated matter in a crucible of dust

Let the mind bear the terrible light coiling into darkness and into further realms of light-after-darkness

Lines are assimilation of dots in a free space of free-sacred-free-choice

Rivers are talking to the sand dunes, language loves its metaphors

Imaginative qualia before self-dissolution is higher than creational-alpa-Qubit space

Rome in the sarcophagus is the Egypt in San Francisco via train-ether in Shambhala moon domain

And as the Sun shivers in the radioactive lake of the occult stone, the virtual is transposed on the super-real inflammatory matter of justice-light – Thou Art the Sacred Equivalent Food of Micro-Meca-Species

Apples of Cravux Moksha brought gifts to the mother-earth towards undifferentiated light 

I am not I in the anti-I of I to become the I in Anti-I of I

Logic-loop gates are closed, reason is a brisk walk before death/The Apocalypse

Rosy summer awaits the April showers to carry the fallen leaf into the autumn of the winter

And winter is Janus-Opahim Matter of Alblackica in Alblackica

Nadir buk chire rasta sagar mohonay khuje pay prachin prachuryya

Akasher parichay patre lekha achhye tar katha

Sajher alo jakhan sesh takhon samay anadiutsakendrer ei ek path

Macher jale dhara dey kato tara, uki jhuki mere dekhe ar bale “This is the true Primeval Space”- in the after light of darkness when light drank the poison of the earth, she gave her a child who was the Man in the stone as the fire raising his will to meet the impossible possible in the retrograde coordinates of this undefined creation.

Time moves in her own sweet way, her will is the power to meet the future equation of existence-consciousness & bliss

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Jupiter cheers up the Lonely Star http://astrobob.areavoices.com/

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Interconnecting the Mind-Systems with Application Processes in the Various Exoplanets and Galaxies to Reconstruct One World Order Super Race/Civilization

Boxet-23, Samij Datta, 2012

Interconnecting the Mind-Systems with Application Processes in the Various Exoplanets and Galaxies to Reconstruct One World Order Super Race/Civilization 

connect continents through esso-loop via Altamira/Gyan-Ganj and replicate order over Achintya-Bheda-Abheda-Tattva

christ on christ is christ to christ dark matter hachinto yoching

Consciousness-Analogue

The oceans are full of honey dew the horse carrying the carriage

The mountains spring through the wind tunnels

There’s no one inside, there is almost nothing

But only a cave with its jaw opening in time to engulf this creation

This cave is the cave of the ixom-hum nevrat plasir tat sat

Reverat trom hunir alpam sovereign symbol of a master less key of the entire design

That has the secret codes of the next evolution

Truth is not truth but a chip-box alblackica in the dream of Savitri

Her eyes are steadfast on the self-incarnating point in the golden vessel

Laminar equi-brihat coefficient of spiritual matter is 0>1<0

To this we may pray so we stand the test of time to see who we are in the great day for freedom

To the mind is the mind in the mind by the mind in the canvas of Shambhala

Afternoon slept so peacefully looking at the sun disappear in the sky

The crow became the supergiant star in the plabix years of tetra-ionic bliss

A moment is called in by the death to integrate life in the birth of conscious existence

Stones are only stones in the zebra-prime matter of the forest moon

I am not him but only the tree of life speaking to man in the language cognition

Exum-ferrum dorset al farir zonex hari om.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Light is a Child of Eternal Darkness vivi-afa-afa-vivi: Alblackica Space Ship Eternal

7 -Boxet, Samij Datta, 2012

Light is a Child of Eternal Darkness vivi-afa-afa-vivi: Alblackica Space Ship Eternal

Consciousness-Analogue

Colours of the rainbow originate from the refracted sun beam but where does the sun beam originate?

Black is the mother of a white-dwarf star in the red litmus of its original question? Is the river still flowing from the 8th mountain on its eleventh night?

Comedy is a light hearted rumour that tragedy is dead

From Sophocles to Sri Aurobindo to Satprem, what have you learned in the bread earnings of a vaudeville tramp?

Life’s a shallow waste of celluloid matter in the interchangeable dust of unrecognized energy?

Dark matter is the line drawn on from the chariot of the stars to Sri-Krishna vecta-plabix yachinto doching?

What Higgs Boson is positive over negative cold fusion in the changeless state of rediffusion?

Crow-crab-parabrahman on tram-car line 7

vivi-afa-afa-vivi matter is mater is xeconvuxta

Alfronet technology operating on jubox-hubox-micra-henva

Slow-fin-fish on crocodile years roughly demonstrates the dance of the Elohim

If the tree is the foot of the limb of the man then the sun is to be resurrected in Rome

Gerontion piling dishes in the estuary of dreams beaten by flies and smacked by the ghost

He alone can walk on the streets that are empty after the reversal of time

Dry wings of forest leaves cut their throat with wine and left what they had on the seashore divine

Joshua saw from the empty sign water evaporate and become the dark heavy cloud on the forehead of the creator

He knew that this creation will undergo change, a massive, massive change

Let the truth be in him who is the inner-guide of trath-truth-treth alblackica brihat brihat alblackica.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Nyaobhim Celestial Auric Clock in the Actual Field Time-Determinants of Alblackica (Bliss is Consciousness as Matter)

Alblackica Clock, Samij Datta, 2012

The Nyaobhim Celestial Auric Clock in the Actual Field Time-Determinants of Alblackica (Bliss is Consciousness as Matter/Hare Sat OM-Hare Chit OM-Hare Ananda OM)

Consciousness-Analogue

Gold Ionicixa mesonic helium running round the rim of the clock

Inside and outside, the magnetocraft of massless aoxomorim

32-21-15-11=rapid movement per vecta ionic acceleration of time

Speed of light changes to the will-factor of the dynamic dromos-dero

Zero time a function of trapezohedron on anti-gravity shield via Dorpen and Xoriduq eternals

Allowance factor measured by the protein synthesis per co-cubic time

Eratig-tragith-tail-tram-boson-nucleon

Zanumba line is open on red-shot place

Valeloluva is dianthus-doxen-doazen Jesus

Bliss is consciousness as matter, pray to the Lord

Red-Waziz Izwa shows the fastest track of evolution

The journey from Primal Eohippus to Eternal Equus Ferus Cabalus

Rome is Rome in the NY of Tibet

Love in the eyes is softly ionizing the show

The sky is full of colours, indigo in the Navajo base mandalas

Man is moving on the path to liberation

Not of himself but of the whole human race

The footprints are there as trace-map grip zones on the book from the future

Revelation comes when we know what we mean in the eternal macrospace

Microorganisms are planting new life

And in the quantum vibration of the integral oneness

‘Man is a transitional being’.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Ref: ‘Man is a transitional being’- Sri Aurobindo

 

The Spectral Line Matter Curve in Uniform Space Density and the Super Fluid Wave Dynamics of the Phloem-Sap Consciousness that Attracts Butterflies

Frozen Art/de Broglie Butterfly, Samij Datta, 2012

The Spectral Line Matter Curve in Uniform Space Density and the Super Fluid Wave Dynamics of the Phloem-Sap Consciousness that Attracts Butterflies

Consciousness-Analogue

The mind repeats what it sees butterflies green space and seas

Frozen cycles of the Glutamine in the perigee of the moon

Apocalypse is the road to the temple of the sun

Fly into that space across the Shilov boundaries

Aboriginal halo of Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu within Planck length-time

Race run in the chrysalis, droplets of honey gather round Him

Jumping, the lions ate the frozen back of the amino acids

And nests sprawled the spring in the cup of Yuhamin

Recto-Romulus and Remus and fire-ball heights

“In the Pantomime season I never felt flat,

And I once understudied Dick Whittington’s Cat.

But my grandest creation, as history will tell,

Was Firefrorefiddle, the Friend of the Fell.’

Time encapsulates symmetric anti-symmetric patterns of intelligence

Berkelium is stratochemical ionic dispensation of a state of consciousness

And I am wondering only how I got there in the wormhole out of a paradox

There’s a psychic substance once an old man of Kabbala told his cat

And asked it to read a book in numbers and signs

And the cat read in origami style and found the letters encrypted below

Before you think your eyes must read the backend of the universe in

Vlecta-placix-zazex-rarew-yat-tat mode

Far from it, it was far from itself and knew the other by itself

Knowledge is a proportion of undetermined questions

And ‘when the solution is simple, god is answering’.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref:

“In the Pantomime season I never felt flat,

And I once understudied Dick Whittington’s Cat.

But my grandest creation, as history will tell,

Was Firefrorefiddle, the Friend of the Fell.’ – (extract from the poem Gus: the Theatre Cat, Old Possum’s Book of Practical Cats, T.S. Eliot)

Divine Mother, Samij Datta, 2012 (Please note the words on the digital-artwork are the artist’s own words based on realizations)

‘When the solution is simple, God is answering’. – Albert Einstein

The Whereabouts of Time in Schrodinger’s Cat Box While Quantum Jumping through the Mirror of Sylvia Plath

Quantum Jumping, Samij Datta, 2012

The Whereabouts of Time in Schrodinger’s Cat Box While Quantum Jumping through the Mirror of Sylvia Plath

Void or Sunyata is LIVE SPACE – it contains everything (it has dimensions of consciousness)

The Universe moves in the Mind represented by the MIRROR (it has no color but reflects all colors!)

The good old mirror has no preconceptions; Sylvia said it’s ‘not cruel, only truthful- the eye of a little god, four-corned’; both mirror and Sylvia are 6 lettered hexagrams sharing their consciousness through the focal point of intersecting universes, their holograms are transcribed in self-reflecting verses that waves counter when they jump in the quantum world with particles in a linear non-linear dynamic converse. The red shoes are walking on Sahara like the rhyme of the ancient mariner, their feathers are the long-lost wings of some buried spaceships in the desert; the albatross was a giant star from which the cave-mountain-volcano erupted like Vesuvius; today the dead log is the mask of tribes who felt the sun was a flower and the moon the muse to the lyre of Orpheus; the mirror is the self of other selves anonymous and strange in the flowing beauty of lake Titicaca; the sea was the orgy of Clytemnestra in some Epicurean epic, the tribes are not baffled by the complexity of life they know the sands are not the oasis in some distant dreams but they are red like splinters of charcoal under the flagella of Orion, Arcturus or Betelgeuse.

Many forms are formed in the sky like the emu and the night is a paradise full of shapes interacting within shapes as mind does with matter reflected in the myriad mirrors that lie before us on the road or elsewhere on the wall, and, each sign is a double-helix network that holds the transcript of human evolution from metal/plant life to the Superman/Supermind.

The journey is a writing pad that chronicles each step and narrates the past in the light of the future to show the present what it needs to mean so man may discover all that’s in him already and much more beyond.

Many-Interacting Worlds’ theory may even create the extraordinary possibility of testing for the existence of other worlds.The beauty of our approach is that if there is just one world, our theory reduces to Newtonian mechanics, while if there is a gigantic number of worlds it reproduces quantum mechanics,The beauty of our approach is that if there is just one world, our theory reduces to Newtonian mechanics, while if there is a gigantic number of worlds it reproduces quantum mechanics, In between it predicts something new that is neither Newton’s theory nor quantum theory’ – Dr Michael Hall, Griffith Centre of Quantum Dynamics

Rivers are the eye of the mirror

Incandescent light falls on her wings

She was Albatross and a giant star

A blue-bell fire kindled in the Arabian winds

A sun as alabaster in the heart of Rome

Smooth as the mammoth, the tusk beneath the ice

Quantum jumping where diagonals interspace

Consciousness is the cardiogram of the entire-creation-entire

Non-local diagrams are working in space

Revit rua retat tak grivam

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref Poem:  ‘Not cruel, only truthful- the eye of a little god, four-corned’- Sylvia Plath’s ‘Mirror’