Timeless Evolution of the Self based on the Zero-Gravity of Thoughts curved out of Negative Space-Time: Beyond Physical Empirical Perception Infinite Negative Number of Dimensions Exist

The Miraculous Draught of Fishes by Raphael circa 1515-16/High Renaissance/ Victoria Albert Museum London

The Miraculous Draught of Fishes by Raphael circa 1515-16/High Renaissance/ Victoria Albert Museum London

Timeless Evolution of the Self based on the Zero-Gravity of Thoughts curved out of Negative Space-Time: Beyond Physical Empirical Perception Infinite Negative Number of Dimensions Exist

“The peace must be immense, the quietness deep and still, the calm unshakable, and the trust in the Divine ever-increasing”. – Divine Mother

“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an Evolutionary process — an integral function of the universe”. – Buckminster Fuller

 

Boat on a River is the inner journey of the soul

It finds itself among the draught and famine, sickness, sorrow and war

A veil of ignorance covers the source of it all

Buckminster Fuller- American philosopher, systems theorist, architect, and inventor

Buckminster Fuller- American philosopher, systems theorist, architect, and inventor

Ferry the soul across the boundless sea

Towards the Final Destiny that awaits the Last Judgement

Secretly awaiting the arrow’s tip and the fish-bone

Noumenal moves to Phenomenal back to zero-oscillating curve of a fractal mandala in spaceless time

And in timeless space there are many fishes caught in the web of macro-economic conjunction

In a thoughtless vacuum transmissions freeze

The World belongs to an occult bank (After Eragman Cause to Extrohan) that has many assets of the mind         Sri Aurobindo Symbol

Mind must evolve to supermind and to other states of alblackica

So bodies must transform and transfigure (CAPITAL TAB -77.44 ERD)

Uzen Uzen –e-cloud-variable (T=T)/K=K/(W=W)

IN THE MIND TO MM-MM-MM

MATTER IS F-MATTER-F (ERA-ERI-ERA-RUN) RAM-M=0

“By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept…

Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,

Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.

But at my back in a cold blast I hear

The rattle of bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear”. (The Fire Sermon, The Wasteland, T.S.Eliot)

The boat must bear the light and its shadow

Vittorio De Sica’s Bicycles Thieves 1948 Masterpiece/Italian Neo-Realism/Genre

Vittorio De Sica’s Bicycles Thieves 1948 Masterpiece/Italian Neo-Realism/Genre

The smooth and the rough edges of the coming tide

Twilight seized the oars

Motionless the sun will rise in the east

Where is the Feast?

You promised! *the bicycle lost

Time is the Diminishing Song of the Magic Lantern (Mirra Alfassa Speech-Back Policy)

“Life is the spirit incarnate in time”  (Buckminster Fuller)/FROM THE DOMAIN OF THE MINUTE, IT SAW, THE RED-LOTUS WALKING TO LIBERATE THE SUN (< 9 = 4.682 R)

Are the Elephant’s of Dali Crossing the Event Horizon?                                                               Who is the post-quantum Observer?

Henri Cartier-Bresson and his 35 mm Leica Camera

Henri Cartier-Bresson and his 35 mm Leica Camera

You, Me or the wave-packets of the Brahman in a relativistic time?

To the Mind is the Life watching the Self!

/Bliss Regulator (240=Scale-Lock 6.8 Q) – ISHA 2nd Movement

From bud to the flower repeating the sequence of patterns ,

It extracts Many from One to get to that Zero!

-Joy

 

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Electromagnetic Condensation of Time: Extrapolating Dali on the Maha-Kali Mandala

 

Dali, Monalisa, 2012

Dali, Monalisa, 2012

 

Electromagnetic Condensation of Time: Extrapolating Dali on the Maha-Kali Mandala

Sensibility of objects is beyond mental perception

Objects exist outside their elementary form, shape and size

They cannot be located on a spatial canvas

Colours transform art into music and music into poetry and architecture

Film is an analogue of the object as it exists subject to transformation

Film therefore is a transformative art

Change within change that takes place in matter is reflected through art and photography

Dimensions are changing – there is no law of independent fixity

It’s the dependent flux of things entangled with a supra-cosmic carrier of all origins

That carrier source particle is time – elongation produces eternity

When a rubber band is stretched at both ends, the finite dimensions are infinite wave curves of the pointless Brahman in play

There it all started as a magnificent journey of the eye in the roaming spaces of shiva

Without that, it cannot be it in the past of its future

Projections are made based on lateral incongruous geometry of the surrealist vision

To create is to organize the five elements in the zabber of the Brahman

Maha-Kali to Christ is a long road full of winding pathways to recover the essential light of the spectral Supermind

Consciousness the guiding principle, the god-hand of ether in the scientific void of realism

When zero is nano-infinity then faith is the master of all perfection in art

It only comes when you do the yoga of sunshine on the dark side of the moon

The moon is violent and blue; the dark phase became the white propellant of Shambhala

Churning oceans into the green abode of horses grazing at foothills of the distant constellations

Stars help in quantum connection linking B6 cubical with O7- liquid methane on nitro-ethanol

There was yilta of light on yulta of primordial sound

Music came like a vapour magnifying Dali

Bridging art with time

Soul with souls

And love with divine immortality.

– Joy Roy Choudhury 

 

                                                   

The Signals From Clear Distinct Outer Space Through the Eye of the Needle to Commemorate the Great Day for Earth and the Creation

The Signals From Clear Distinct Outer Space Through the Eye of  the Needle to Commemorate the Great Day for Earth and the Creation

Faux-pa-se

Butterfly, Andy Warhol

Butterfly, Andy Warhol

Ro-pa-vi

Cosmic generator of genesis

In the flame of the wings touching the sky

Spiral staircase to the star light

To that childhood infancy

In the Hadron Collider

In the yuramin particle

In the sound baking the emptiness on the reflective stanza

Their feet on the sand washed by the waves

Comes and goes,

The gull dives,

Another granite face sculpted like the moon

Disappeared in the vowel of its indefinite time

Landscapes with Butterflies, Salvador Dali

Landscapes with Butterflies, Salvador Dali

Squared upon a substance

Like the tree of consciousness

Involuting seeds of the original destiny

Camera voyeurs into that d minor open string

Terminating the chaos in the flaxom-terminal

In the Hebrew, in the Latin, in the Arabic and Sanskrit, and the Chinese text-boxes

Lepitoptera the beautiful alien one – how the colours you made were strung into thy songs?

How often do you buzz in the plain air of the free taxtotet memory?

That honey in the sun is courting the winds

Whistles away in the pride of the morning

That darkness is strange and impeccable

The philtre of fire in the water’s osmotic pressure assumes the leaves are green

Oxygen intake is the sap embodiment of the divine felicity

In the roca-walden emptiness of Baquitra Eternal

Cardinal movements taking shape

In the ever heralding time of the prophet

Wishyum sector of the Adi Natha makes glory

With the glorious goldfinches

Singing on the boughs of the silliest one

Time to perform in the order of the day

the long hard road and the terrible bulls pulling

the string of the friction-less mind

in the subjective dybase of the overmental departure

into the robo-nucleon of the ineffable entity

that links the point anonymous to the classical shambhala

non-rational index of grahin-wayuhanon sadhus and supercosmic intelligent beings

are rearranging the cosmic pattern of things

grace coming from shambhala to the earth

through the immobile wave function in the pluxonin terminal

Vecta-ionix realism watching the trend of events baffling the worlds

all shall come as they go to fetch the immortal chalice of life’s preservatives

that one night of the Ka, Kal -Karit ecstatic cycle of things

shall make that into the morning hymn of the superluminal infinity

the goldfinches sing

drowsy they fall asleep and dream

Awake into the hour that’s calling you far  from the other side

time wanders itself into places when there is no time.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

White Light Synthesis: Shambhala Integral Hymn for Quantum Harmony

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo

White Light Synthesis: Shambhala Integral Hymn for Quantum Harmony

MANY RIVERS FLOW BY MANY WAYS BUT THEY ALL ENTER THE SEA. THEY ALL ARE ONE. – Sri Ramakrishna

Consciousness-Analogue

Time is a vessel that cannot know itself but others

In the fragrance of the eternal moment

On the poetic realms of undimished space

Floats the feather of the bearded bird, thy grace on thy feet

In the shapeless stars of the Tazig-Tazig infinite reflection of functional sound the absolute

Shenrab on the gyal-go-thei-mor-syan-su-ra

Lythog-mipoche-wise-zor-phulom-sha-khor

There is no distance of separation between this and that

That being this is the only possible destiny of this beautiful creation

Changless bon acting on the
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Salvador Dali as Field Activator’s Prerequisite to Cognition in Consciousness: Towards Hiprivatox Supramental Gate

The Disintegration of the Persistence of Memory (1952-54), Salvador Dali, Salvador Dali Museum, St Petersburg, Florida

I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End (Revelation 22:13)

 Consciousness-Analogue

The clock separates itself from time and eternity

It’s the liquid drip of the ocean of Dali in the fire of the light

The fish is the human aspiration towards greater certitude in reason

That death cannot become the name of the angel that breathes life into inanimate things

Immortality is the only hope of the artist who seeks perfection in everything   

The whole is not the whole but broken fragments that play up to infinity

Alpa-memory of history is the root cubic track-vessel of destiny greater than one

Coming back I saw grey dust clouds gathered over the Himalayas

Rain was the whisper of the piper’s dream before the dawn of the great voyage

“Enter into the joy of your Lord” .

Music overflowed in the land of paradise

From Shambhala I see the white roses embroidered on Bodhisattvas

They rear the Lost Shepherd of the primal race

In the golden rhyme of the ancient mariners

The stars were once the dead retro-galaxies of dark energy acceleration

Within a uniform length cut into pieces by the tailor of Ommersholm

The bowl was eating rice laughing from the nest of yung-drung bon-bon yung-yinghom-yia-yiyi

In the singing hologram of the mandala, Hiprivatox Supramental Gate was the only omega point of consciousness on earth.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: “Enter into the joy of your Lord” Matthew v.25/l.21

Salvador Dali’s The Burning Giraffe and the Post-Modern Debunking of Orthodox Quantum Theory

The Burning Giraffe, 1937, Salvador Dali,  Kunstmuseum Basel, Basel

Salvador Dali’s The Burning Giraffe and the Post-Modern Debunking of Orthodox Quantum Theory

Consciousness-Analogue

In the dead title the giraffe was an animated being from the world of L’Age d’or

Painting sublimates the Freud in us asking questions that answer the paradox

In every vertical flame the lateral cube of ice is the burning deck of this creation

Man, Monster or God has to face the imagination in consciousness for his next level evolution

Hamlet hears his father’s ghost ; Hamlet ponders on ‘nothing’ in the Yakir Aharonov’s quantum space

The theatre is the golden craft of a triangular time gyrating within the Three Graces

And the cinema is the pastoral setting of a live doorway to the artistic fusion of the dead author with the un-born reader of Egalitarian value

Lightning struck the old eagle of the Wheel; the falcon knew what the spirits exchanged

They are talking about the ‘theta’ migration of sustainability

Prophetic precognition of the Origin ‘p’ in the ‘o’ of the eye worm-hole

Vora-gate opened to transfer ‘the agenda of ananda’ as consciousnesses to the people

Noble men rise to the occasion – on the wings of Shambhala I saw him float

He, may be, the carrier-force of a Greater Revolution in time.

(The Journey of the French-Revolution in the Eye of the Micro-Gravity)

– Joy Roy Choudhury

The Cognitive Ability of the Eye to Conceptualize Real-Virtual Event-Horizons Through Post-Acceleration of Dark Matter Consciousness

Dutch Boats in a Gale (1801), Joseph Mallord William Turner

Consciousness-Analogue

Amorphous nights unveil in a flash of the light the sails

Each carrying the destined symbol of synthesis

Time’s bells are rung over green seas combed by the white elephants of Salvador Dali

They walk on by like invisible figures clothed in the light of the svastic-sun

Memory glides  like a garden of flowers cognizing colours with their scent of purity

Thoughts are distilled in cubic vessels; actions are crystallized in beakers

When proportion matches equal proportion then a geometrical point is an autotype of a liberating consciousness incarnating from a line that draws the boundary of an unbounded-space in the fractal time-loops of an occurrence in the event-horizon

Dark matter accelerates the quantum momentum of an infinite tau-tau-wenton-tau-tau (the last –next-prime-particle)

Q1 = a-the author of unwritten melodies in fractal incoscience of matter

Q2 –b-the reader of written hypotheses in the supreme parabola of conscient matter

Q3- c-the proof reader of equilibrium verticals in the trade-time duck-zone

Q4- d-the dead reader of the future author in the past dreams of the venerable author

Q5-e-the self-conceptualised dead author of narrative fictions in the deductive logic of an abstract unity

Q6-f-the transliterated hymn of acceptance in a circle of san-zero infinity where words enclose clauses in the cause-effect junction of a transversal

Rains fall the clouds are not weighed by the heavy wings of their grey wolves

Silence enraptures in the silent works of the invisible-visible

Turn your eyes into the sea the winds may hear the solitude of your soul

In the kind epiphany of the eventide, you may too be sailing, far-off, my friend.

                                          – Joy Roy Choudhury

Yellow-Stone-Time is the Mother of Gaza-Space-Book: From the Seer-Poet of Sunyata in the Vessel of Fire-Ether-Vastness

 

Gaza Space Book, Samij Datta, 2012

Yellow-Stone-Time is the Mother of Gaza-Space-Book

Letters are amphibious beings eating space by the cross-singular-synthesis of time

Ionization energy per decra ionic angular-mass is between 7 and 0

A Garcia Lorca dream is getting transfused into the monovalent movement in Dali

Love can answer quintillion questions of gravity-matter-drag

Dogs are flying in the air by their valectro-wings

Pigs are flying in the air; pigs are flying

O! Icarus of the burning hair hanging like a mast on a convertible Jaguar XK140

Is ambition the ruling point on a spinning centre with anti-spin micro-gravity?

Or is the pride that takes mankind into the fire of the vessel into the storm in the wheel?

Reading reverse one earns the consciousness that can read each letters as signs variable

Transmutation of thoughts takes place during psychokinesis

Bliss can play harmonic movement for the lunar-synthesis of the mind

Nivagra -narayana –nivagra

Wramha narayana, giwa-narayana-giwa

She was once a pole-star, an Eskimo queen, a Diana rubric and Billie Jean

plastic-caz length = 1/1 nayix-hayix-nayix 1/1

Jerk on jolt per-apple-space-act is trivet-trivat-ruvaman (Brahman is dynamic on static xecra-ion-jump)

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Music in ‘Arms and The Man’ is the Cross-Syllogistic Pattern of High-Phonetic Peace in the Radar of Einstein

The Music in ‘Arms and The Man’ is the Cross-Syllogistic Pattern of High-Phonetic Peace in the Radar of Einstein

Consciousness-Analogue

The quadraphonic sound-mystery in the coherent quadrupole-octupole motion is the binneal catalyst of life and beyond; what’s beyond the surreal mirror of Salvador Dali is a hexatet function of time in the stars; god does not play dice in the loaded fulcrum of the mind’s thesis, the music is the profound analogue of the vast earings of the sun caught by the camera width-length of the moon’s analogical grammar after Sunday breakfasts and in rainy afternoons; we have passed our silent speech and judgement in the winter terminals of bosons and fermions measuring their angular momentum by the hypodermis of spatial contagion, how sad it is to feel trapped between the logic of our brains, ‘how dull it is to pause, to make an end. To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!’

After the quasicondensation, all that were rolled into the pathways of Alblackica, turned the germ-seed of divine propensity into recognised quanta of light photo-sensitive particles, shimmering like wavicles in the 2-qubit NMR systems that felt charcoal as ashes in the evolution of matter into higher forms of zatter and katter. Time remembers how often we cycle round the spheres as monometers picking up ‘Nuit et Brouillard’ and raising signs of a change with-change to alter what we have defined in the poetry or prose of Dante Alighieri and enact the final commedia in front of the raging bulls and dead-horses of Guernica : history is the sign-language of the signs the Peloponnesian molybdenum isomerizing the hymns to the arabic praises for the ninth-moon octet of the sun; nevasto oktamin alca oktamin Romeo-Juliet couplet…richness of life is measured by the vision you have and the consciousness you remit.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: ‘Arms and the Man, by GB Shaw; ‘How dull it is to pause, to make an end.
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!’ – Ulysses, Alfred, Lord Tennyson; ‘Nuit et Brouillard’/’Night and Fog’ (1955)- Documentary Film by Alain Resnais