The MOON goes to NIRVANA; The Lotus plant conveys its juice through the stalk-NO BARRIER TOWARDS ENLIGHTENMENT

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Beautiful Violet Flowers, Sikkim, Yuksom

“Where the wind of the senses

Has vanished from the mind,

I don’t know where my self has gone…”

-Aryadeva, Bengali Poetry

*Brahmarandhra in the cranium with its multi colored 1000 petals is the so called pedestal of Sahasrara – It the seat of the Guru and the Chaitanya Shakti

  • To progress in the practice of recognizing MIND ESSENCE, it is important to generate FAITH  and DEVOTION  towards ENLIGHTENED BEINGS and COMPASSION towards those who are not enlightened.

A complete presence of the mind   

495

Buddha Statue, Near Yang Thang Rinpoche’s Hermitage, Yuksum, Sikkim 

When time’s linear meaning is lost

1282

Nalateshwari Shakti Peeth Temple, Nalhati Village, Birbhum/1 of the 51 Shakti Peeths

Is the Awareness of the Universe

As Empty Oneness

It becomes still as the eye of the night heron

Waiting for a slight flutter in the lake

The fish underneath swirling unknowingly

At last death conjoins life to another life

To experience the soul’s eternal journey to its source

Myriad beings are caught in this web

They are all eternal in the flame that can never extinguish

Brahman in the stone,

In a mouthful of water gulped down by a dying man

In the streets where children dance,

In the laughter of the skies when thunder and lightning strike

Oceans are surging with waves of compassion

1439

Inside Banerpukur Adivasi Tribal Village, Shantiniketan, Birbhum

Stars are gliding past eyes

In the flicker of a moment

The crowning sun will embellish all agony and power

When you grow young you are old

When you grow old you are young

Beyond all that you are the ageless spirit:

The eye of the heron or fins of the fish

A supremely transcendental being

I am the Bodhisattva Manjushri

The red stone in Attahash

The Kalpabriksha, the Baobab tree

I am the essence of the Supreme Essence

That comes out of the void and goes back to the void

“Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

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Waterfall West Sikkim

As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air;
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherits shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep”.

(Prospero: Act IV Sc I, Tempest/Shakespeare)

-J

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Celebrating Sri Dilip Kumar Roy’s 119th Birth Anniversary 22nd January 2016: “Outpetalling of the Sunflower”(At the Guru’s Feet)

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Yogishwar Sri Kalipada Guha Roy

“To me the ultimate value of a man is to be measured not by what he says, nor even by what he does, but by what he becomes.” (Sri Aurobindo to Dadaji/Sri Dilip Kumar Roy)

“A deathbound littleness is not all we are:

Immortal our forgotten vastnesses

Await discovery in our summit selves.”

(Savitri I, IV, Sri Aurobindo)

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Sri Sita Ram Das Omkarnath Ji  and Mata Indira Devi

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Sri Sita Ram Das Omkarnath Ji and Mata Indira Devi

Jacaranda Tree in Kullu, Himachal Pradesh source Wikipedia

Jacaranda Tree in Full Bloom in Kullu, Himachal Pradesh Source Wikipedia

Over the horizon the moon chants

The night blooming jacaranda flowers

Dilip Kumar Roy with Krishnaprem

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy with Krishnaprem

In their starlit ecstasy have offered themselves to the Lord

And the universe is the body and the mind

Existing neither within the mind, nor, without

But each life strung to the lonesome flute calls

In sheer majesty celebrating the occasion of one glorious birthday

And the soul’s eye meets the light beyond the stars

And the fruit and the flowers, the garden and the river moss

In mystic oneness singing variegated plays

Jalsaghar Poster from the movie by Satyajit Ray

Jalsaghar Movie Poster

The Theater is born

And the grand orchestra

Actors and actresses in their prospective roles fervently transcending their spheres of existence

To Immortalize the Theater to which they belong

A Shakespearean rag, or, a Dantean Comedy

or, a Brecht and Eugene O’Neill

In the patachitra weaving a tapestry of words from Chandidas

The Cinema is born

And the grand Orchestra

Drinking soma from the winding stairs of Girish Ghosh and Natya Academy

At this moment we live without living

There is only one universe –

And it is This-which-we-are

Down the river way to an ocean of infinity.

-J

* Dilip Kumar Roy’s friend, Romain Rolland writes on his character Jean-Christophe (Which was the Novel in 10 volumes that won him the Noble Prize in 1915):  “When you see a man, do you ask yourself whether he is a novel or a poem? […] Jean-Christophe has always seemed to me to flow like a river; I have said as much from the first pages.”

River metaphor flowing to the Ocean of Infinity is the life of Jean-Christophe, the style is called sometimes ‘Roman Fleuve’ (The River Novel)

http://www.call-key9.net

 

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy and Romain Rolland – A Lecture by Prof. Chinmoy Guha

at Sri Ramakrishna Mission

Sri Dilip Kumar Roy and Romain Rolland A Lecture by Prof. Chinmoy Guha

 

 

 

 

Resonating ‘Ananda Kirtan’ in Search of the Ideal Question: Paris Through the Eyes of the Seer

John Wesley Harding Album Cover/Bob Dylan/1967 From L-R: Luxman Das Baul, Bob Dylan, Charlie Joy and Purna Das Baul

John Wesley Harding Album Cover/Bob Dylan/1967
From L-R: Luxman Das Baul, Bob Dylan, Charlie Joy and Purna Das Baul

Resonating ‘Ananda Kirtan’ in Search of the Ideal Question: Paris Through the Eyes of the Seer

“I am willing that the seasons should wear me out

Arthur Rimbaud (1854 - 1891)

Arthur Rimbaud (1854 – 1891)

To you, Nature, I surrender;

With my hunger and all my thirst.

And, if it please you, feed and water me.

Nothing, nothing at all deceives me;

To laugh at the sun is to laugh at one’s parents,

But I do not wish to laugh at any thing

And may this misfortune go free.”

– Arthur Rimbaud, May 1872 (May Banners/Bannieres de Mai)

 

THE QUESTION IS WHAT IS THE QUESTION? – John Archibald Wheeler, Physicist (Address to American Physical Society, 2003)

 WHY DID PRABHU JAGAT BANDHU SUNDOR WENT TO PARIS B/W 1890-1892 AND THEN RETURNED TO BRINDAVAN?

“To track down a theory of everything, we might have to accept that the universe only exists when we are looking at it…”- Prof. Vladko Vedral, Univ. Of Leeds

“Our overall approach has thus brought together questions of the nature of the cosmos, of matter in general, of life, and of consciousness. All of these have been considered to be projections of a common ground. This we may call the ground of all that is, at least in so far as this may be sensed and known by us, in our present phase of unfoldment of consciousness. Although we may have no detailed perception or knowledge of this ground it is still in a certain sense enfolded in our consciousness…

–          Wholeness and the Implicate Order, David Bohm

GRAVEDIGGER 

“But age with his stealing steps

Hath clawed me in his clutch                    

Hamlet and Horatio in the Graveyard by Eugene Delacroix circa 1839/Eugène Delacroix/Musée du Louvre, Paris

Hamlet and Horatio in the Graveyard by Eugene Delacroix circa 1839/Eugène Delacroix/Musée du Louvre, Paris

And hath shipped me into the land

As if I had never been such”.

(throws up a skull) (V.i.63-64) HAMLET/Shakespeare

 

Thirsty roots

Revel in the rain

Forgives pain

Anonymous self-resolute

A flower in the dream

Eternity swing

Motionlessly…

From a cracked earthen pot

A joy comes forth

Lilting grace

Fill the place

Mixing with elements

Oblivious turn

Of the urn

An azimuthal projection of the Unborn Self

Time to reveal or can never test its Absoluteness

Can never test whatever or nothing

Prabhu Jagatbandhu Sundor

Prabhu Jagatbandhu Sundor (1871- 1921)

Twilight cuddles baby bats in the velvet sky

Reminding seasons in hell gone-by

And clouds wrap the bud’s promise in the fire of the sun

They hear the crystal bell laugh and run

And mountains that climb up to the sky

To meet

To meet the Eye

And then fall apart in bundled pairs

In the valley of stars underneath the ocean floor

Did you know more?

That a column of light is tapping the feet of sound

Gently you can hear

A whisper amidst evening tear

After the last rainbow surged a drop in the sky

Emanating beautiful rhythms that can sustain by

Lyrically a wave upon wave crystallizes a superposition of things

In that order and coherence a unified script is written, perhaps

The law unfolds a unique super-evolution of things

Subtle bodies command a vibration in the universe

They participate in an ecstatic dance (Omega Point Transformation Junction/Reverse Kinesynthesis)

Body through the psychic-temple opens gates to other worlds

Not in dreams but in reality you can travel through them

Words ratiocinate the pi-bosonic orchestration of meanings

And light stamps out ignorance on the cold milky-oceanway

Riding the chariot, He comes forth towards the destined meeting point

He who travels with us is blessed

He who travels is blessed

The first flash

An enigma

Existence as real signed to be.

 

– J

 

 

 

 

 

Jean-Luc-Godard’s King Lear (1987) and the Extra-Cosmic Examination of the No Thing Phenomena: Vacuum Fluctuations and the Restorative Art of Aesthetic Purity

Godard's King Lear 1987

Godard’s King Lear 1987

 

“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart … Who looks outside dreams. Who looks inside awakens.”
Carl Jung

 

“The cinema is not an art which films life: the cinema is something between art and life.” – Jean-Luc-Godard (1970)

 

No -Thing is real

No-Thing is unreal

No-Thing is virtual 

No-Thing is Impermanence

No-Thing is Flux 

No-Thing is Retrocausal Action of the Camera-Eye

No-Thing is Pure Awakening of the Self

No-Thing is the Mantra of the Heart 

 

No-Thing is Non-Relational Virtual Truth of the Paradigm of Things 

 

Jean-Luc-Godard’s King Lear (1987) and the Extra-Cosmic Examination of the No Thing Phenomena: Vacuum Fluctuations and the Restorative Art of Aesthetic Purity

No Thing

Godard as Prof Pluggy in 1987 King Lear Movie/French New Wave

Godard as Prof Pluggy in 1987 King Lear Movie/French New Wave

A systematic coherence breaks away

Rapidly dissolving

Linguistic artifacts melt in the impenetrable silence of that no thing

Ritual worship temple falls

Seagulls quail over a plastic sea of madness

Hesitation wired up brains in senseless humour

All meanings engender split b/w the object and the subject

Unity is an act of pure restoration by consciousness/ Subjective delight in the Absolute /Zabber-moun-brahman

Feelings arent about metrics and grid

The immeasurable is measurable only by the non-dual reflexes of the mind

The cinema is about the world of apparent recognitions and misrecognitions

Seldom poetry is blessed by transcendental images or music

A lack of meaning is the pure stasis of dynamic mobility

The true cinema is never made…

Though Lear thinks about the power and its corruption

About the fundamentals of speech and cognition

He lacks ingenuity of heart and that leads to failure and disintegration of his empire

No thing is the super-logic of the Absolute

The king’s disability is in the learning process

He seldom acquires the depth of other possibilities for an insight into ‘things’ unknown

Godard tries to restore art – to give meanings to no things

But thinking doesnt validate the no thing

In the void you walk, in the void you don’t think but dance

And from there you articulate the mise-en-scène of future poetry

From lack of meaning to a full potentiality the quest for nothing is in the Absolute Super-Symmetry

Strings resonating with the heart vibrate causing feelings to generate the kingdom in vesica-piscis

A square in a mandala is nothing but time warping time to confine meanings in nothings

It’s the spiritual sign of non-time by the relative spatial geometry of feelings

For She is in that no-thing the thing in the explicate

Expressing desire for everything in the hologram

The secret to be known in the four quadrants of a circle…

Cordelia cusp – white light synthesis /proper examination of the laws by the seer-poet/rishi

–          J

 

Jean-Luc-Godard’s Film King Lear (1987) : Film Review and Critical Interpretation on the Subject of No-Thing by Monalisa

Centering around the word No Thing . Jean Luc Godard a stalwart of the French New Wave superimposes his eccentric avant garde experimentalism A Study based on the Classic Shakespearean tragedy King Lear in a modern contextual interpretation. The film follows a non-linear plot structure as referred Shot In The Back in the intertitle . Godard brings forth his personal approach rendering a modern re- interpretation and his subjective re-construction.

 

Peter Sellars a descendant of the legendary playwright William Shakespeare sets forth to revive his ancestors lost art in a world post the Chernobyl disaster. He discovers his characters under mysterious circumstances at a hotel in Nyon Vaud, Switzerland ( the locale is alluded as a mystical place in between France and Germany with sea and the woods). Don Learo and his daughter Cordelia substitute the father-daughter duo of the Shakespearean classic suffering from a similar or identical Hamartia, a tragic flaw so ingrained in the father-daughter relationship as the existential fight between Power versus Virtue. The outcome or the end is predictable, as Cordelia succumbs failing to express her love for her father. The lack of not having her heart in her mouth suffocates her in awkward circumstances depicted through her internal psychological conflict, brooding silence and disinterested appearance. Her inability or inexpression tortures her father intolerably as he attempts over the time to silence her silence. The No Thing or Nothing of Cordelia results in a faulty meaning generation owing to her father’s incapacity of acceptance and understanding, rather- misinterpreting her silence as a lack of love, leading to the tragic conclusion too late to rectify.

Other alternate character additions worth mentioning- Professor Pluggy (starring Godard himself) a frenzied clairvoyant substitute of the Shakespearean Fool , obsessed with photocopying his own hand, whose strangely mysterious last words bear an uncannily absurd co-incidental reference to the name of the film editor Mr Alien featuring in the end. Godard also incorporates Shakespeares paranormal elements in the form of four shadowy human-like figures imitating and following the central characters everywhere ( as depicted in first half when Peter scribbles on a notepad whilst walking around the woods seeking inspiration the human goblins emulate and follow him ) . Godard surpasses nudity with this one, as he barely includes any intimate sequence or moments. As his character Peter is subjected by Cannon Films ( a film production company incidentally the film producer )to exclusively exclude any form of nudity from his creative themes thus directing his interest in the father-daughter conversations patronising them as his central characters. The camera work and cinematography is well conceived opening new perspectives. The mise-en-scene is seamlessly blended as thematically the desolate tourist location is ideal, merging the backdrop smoothly into the plot .But the real show stealer are the ground breaking dialogues, interesting sound bites ( of screeching sea gulls ), intense voice-overs and critical soliloquies as the plotline gains its much momentum from the audio sound bites and the voice-overs helping in character introspection giving psychological insight in the characters mental state.

Reference clippings of Renaissance artworks of Michaelangelo with some French Impressionism along with special emphasis on The Girl With A Pearl Earring of Johannes Vermeer and paintings of Francisco Goya, etc are focused through a candle flame depicting the necessity of art revival in the modern world interests .However, Godard successfully brings forth his subjective approach and personal interpretation though faltering significantly in generation of audience response and interests.. As the film defaults into a haphazardly non-linear structure at times losing track and audience interest ( although partially attempted to regenerate through the loud sound bits and uncanny voices) .The film lacks outlined character structure devoid of solidity appearing more absurd in nature. Whereas, the film plot appears less concrete or adapted and is more alluding, suggestive in nature and could have garnered impact through better execution.

Though Godard efforts to explain the films thematic ideation through the incessant use of intertitles , which can be deemed significantly important in imparting his inference to the audience facilitating a better understanding and acceptance of the film as a personal alternative approach or a referential study . A subjective reconstruction based on the original play. A true enough Clearing and Loathing, Godard puts forth his personal cinematic take on the Classic.

 

– Mona Lisa, Film and Psychedelic Music Critic ( Link http://psychedelicsutra.blogspot.com )

 

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

The Occult Prism in the Sirius Refracting Light for Uniformity of Laws within the Creation: The Geometric Adinkras of the Dogon and Digitaria (The Eye in the Triangle)

Sirius Star System/Sirius B/The Chandra X-ray Observatory Image

Sirius Star System/Sirius B/The Chandra X-ray Observatory Image

Consciousness-Analogue

Stars embody thought systems of intelligible matter

Within the occult hyper-dimensional language the binary becomes the triangle in the eye

Sparking moonstones of digitaria illumine the sun’s berl-harps

Moving with the destiny that will determine the change of seasons

An effect without a cause, the cause overturns the effect to make the law of the equal opposites

The dog has its tail on the rail before the rain can make the freight run

The door is the opal hinge across nebula that heard the footsteps of the coming

What exactly it is time doesn’t know

"The Only Real Valuable Thing is Intuition" - Albert Einstein/ Monalisa, 2013

“The Only Real Valuable Thing is Intuition” – Albert Einstein/ Monalisa, 2013

Inside the Sirius the occult macroscopic self-illumination point is on the verge of another collapse

Translating possibilities into the real-virtual world of action/Superfast action potentials of Zebra-moun vessel

Shining scriptures are the profound enlightenment that Kant has given to humanity (Know Thyself)

If you stand on reason like a bed rock, the tree stands on itself its roots deep into the crust

But still the leaves sway and fail and fall, recycled back again to become the diamond in the sky (Active Geo-Chemical Turn-Over)

The tar is the intelligent wing of the dark energy it uses the quantum black-rose of the ZPE

On foam of matter it reconstituted the imaginative mind with an intuitive sensor

Faith is a number with an open access to the computer code (the biological computer and its super string partner in the creation)

Matter is not locked from inside but can reciprocate love in the divine context (the supramental walking!)

And divine is what you are and all that you ever had in your life – the true self speaking

Rich or poor, blind or deaf, intelligent or foolish – you all are the strength that awaits to manifest the struggle that He has to undergo to prove that light is worth perceiving in the sentient hours of ignorance transmuting the cells to awaken the knowledge far beyond the stars.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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

 

 

William Shakespeare, Monalisa, 2012

Shakespeare, Monalisa 12

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

 

 

 

The Secret of Our Evolution of Consciousness is Not in the Stars but in Ourselves- The Re-reading of Shakespeare to Understand the Complex Simplicity of the Creation

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

Divine Mother, Mirra Alfassa

 

“Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings”. – (Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene II, William Shakespeare).

 

 

Light is coming from yoningo kaal umva kaal

Light is coming from the yogic script of the dance

Before and ever, there was movement of the waves in form of a dance

In the lap of transmuting matter the sprit yearns for the document of freedom

In the violet cycles, in the red effulgence of the blue stars

In the green bed of the orange urn gathering dews falling from the skies

She heard no more nor questioned herself

She ran to be free as a feather on a bird

Her bangles jingling her anklets tingling

The sound was a terror in the eye of the cat

 

She was the white light of the naked sun drenched in the shadow

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

She was the road to Olmo-lung-ring, the Shambhala, the Arden and the Happy Isles

She was the discreet manuscript of the evangelical horses

At point in the electromagnetic field of superconductivity

She was herself not in her but in Him and through him reflected in other things

She was the worshipped soul of the Adi Purusham

She was not there, not there but always quiet like a lake full of lotus

Aditi in terminal hole saw the Manjusri of Maitreyi

Sowing the immortal seeds in the garden

A flash of light like a winged spear from the future of its past

Touched the forehead of my crowning lines

I was no more in the time of its time devouring the time-eternized

But thou art in the fashion of words programmed to reach its original copy

I shall live in the stone and the sky, in the running waters and huddled hills

And nothing shall disturb the quiet life of things

Shantih Shantih Shantih

 

– 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

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