The Primordial Adinkras of Shiva Sutra: “The joy of his Samadhi is bliss for the whole universe”

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THE REAL FUNDAMENTAL FIELDS OF NATURE AREN’T REALLY MADE OF PHYSICAL THINGS-PHYSICAL THINGS ARE MADE FROM THEM.

Sabda taranga matri kosher pran

Sound is the eternal womb of the Mother

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Fountain in Sikkim picture by JRC

It is the chalice from which light emanates

Anander dhyan atmar dhyan bramher purnanga

Maa sabde prashfutito haay komol ba padme (lotus)

Omkar hate shaktir beej dharon kare maa

Shankar sadai nitya anabrito

Tar sibomay aruper rup bahankari maa

 

Dark clouds adumbrate

Celestial pooling on earth

Her face hidden by dry grass and stone

Is the dead skin of a Snake…

They will rise in their majestic motion

Because the free particle of time is music

The Adi Nagas are the guardian spirits

They have protected the ancient Gnostic technology of consciousness

When the heart circumambulates the great mountain

Then kala will illuminate the serpent’s of power

Through varying non-local key signalling process

That cannot be decoded from the holographic spheres

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”His only purpose for remaining in his body is to impart his knowledge to others”-Shiva Sutas

”The joy of his Samadhi is bliss for the whole universe”- Shiva Sutras

 

Nagas in Buddhist Painting

 

The rhythm that captures the soul

Is the essence of universal frequency

When flowers bloom and stars die

The silent ripple intoxicates the dance

It becomes spontaneous like a geyser

Touching the timeless continuum of existence

Forever and ever;

The blank face becoming the eye

Witnesses the event

Action less withdrawing to a point

The tongue red as the membrane of the sun

Thirsty like the receding shores of a song

That has never touched the ocean’s milky way

Is awaiting the chariots of dawn

Enfolded in geraniums and dewy tea rose

To become the undying music the calliopes play

In the void the lutes of fire string no more…

Shiva in perpetual movement mirrors the creation from the still point

The axis of the creation is Mt. Kailash

It is the yogic pyramid of synergetic micro-state forces

Issuing frequencies that lends matter its form and shape

Through the vortex in the plasma centre, interstellar journeys are possible

Can the Spirit gyrate around the axis (Mt. Kalilash)?

That is the Dance of Shiva

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Mt Kailash/Yungdrung Gutsek/Gang Ti-Se (Precious Snow Mountain)

A loop must unfold via the womb of the Celestial Mother,

The grace bound ever perfected state of Samadhi that is forever unexcelled

‘’I” in the objective world is a phenomenal case of mind/matter dualism

“I” in the subjective world is a noumenal case of non-dualism

When these two interchangeable states are uniformly poised,

There is transcendental bliss of enlightenment

There is an adorable mantra that recites on its own

It fills the super-voids with the plenum of existence perpetuating space-time geometries

That is the anadi-adi yoga mudra of the primordial adinkras

Folded light-matter super-symmetrical qubits

Chanting Om Namah Shivaya….

In the yoni of the cosmic receptacle

-J

 

 

 

 

 

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Zero-Point Energy and the Micro-Gravity of Consciousness: Sustainability and Self-Coherence of a System (backwards from the Origin) Random-Club-Coherence -c-Creation-c

Random-Coherence/Wall painting/Sikkim

Random-Coherence/Wall painting/Sikkim

Zero-Point Energy and the Micro-Gravity of Consciousness: Sustainability and Self-Coherence of a System (backwards from the Origin) Random-Club-Coherence -c-Creation-c

Dreaming worm-holes bathing in the sunshine of zero-point energy

Catches the steady dynamics of coherence through combination of Lilas

The field has bubbles floating in the quantum foam aspiring the magnitude of a greater state

Within man, man is thinking like the supreme divine of the whole creation

He walks around the macroscopic space blissfully turning towards the hyperspace

His inventions are logged in the mind of his aboriginal diary like a truth from the unknown signs

Divine Mother/Symbol

Divine Mother/Symbol

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He is the Buddha-Chittamirita in the Christ to become the Hari-Purusha of every particle consciousness

Matter converging on wave-cloud apparatus of the amino acid Glycine to engender the power to levitate

Is the microgravity of z-matter-t working?

Ionisation of Supramental rishis taking birth within the cold fusion plasma vortex-K model (Dynamic Self-System-Organisation of Krishna in the Quantum Void of Adi Yuga-Tri-Netra)

The sun is a garland of marigold in the forests of Arden

Within the frame the lunar micro-seconds are travelling as migratory birds from the black holes

Mountains are sleeping serpents in the pentagram of Tesla

Sermions come from that quick black-box of quantum palladium

They adjust the Wheeler matrix of a motionless point churning the probability of Drake’s Equation

Therefore you must understand the king is also the pauper in the agenda of the book

Light the candles in the room, let consciousness flow between the vacuum fluctuations

Man must gather thoughts to harvest the world with intelligent devices

His voice is the last sound of the living god; his actions the only surrender on the co-planar path to divinity

His dream to unlock the eye of the eternal in the grace non-dual matter of time (the quadribon pyramid) is real

Love is a movement of an unborn prayer in the solitude of the Word

That Word from Him to us is like the diamond-lotus in the tree of life

Spring comes, and the breeze settles over the empty space spiralling incense with the glory

The scattered sun was a fractal petal of the rose in the dawn mist alblackica

Morning drives the passion of the chariots in the nebula of the cosmic syllable

And the moon was the occult vision of the synagogue of the dawn

Life Divine! Dark Matter Reveals Light from the Inner Sanctuary…Shambhala

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Prognosis of the River in the Circular Time of the Eternal Serpent Swallowing the Destiny by Metempsychosis of the Eragman Will in the Integral Salt-Plate of Alblackica

Ouroboros and the Hexagram

Consciousness-Analogue

The circle inside the rhombus is Ouroboros

The deregulating factor of time constant shifts aids the metamorphosis of man

Man is man; the eternal egg hatched the genesis of life

Art thou man in the inconscience springs the flower in the day light of his infancy

Little is known about the man-eternal; his hands obey the eyes of birth making his legs walk on the sand

Brahma from Brahmaputra is Godavari in Krishna

Rivers are symbols of paradisal purging in heavens

In the gulf of the shadow, the warihoman is walking like Nebuchadnezzar

What is the value of the present day time in xollar?

In the book of the dead nothing exists beyond a point

The farthest point from the origin is also an origin

Beyond that deathlessness is breathlessness, Sri Radha is Sri Chaitanya

Sri Azuha Sri Azuha Sri Azuha

What is beyond the supramental?

In the origin is the origin as Brahman in shakti earning bliss from a cause in essence

That purified substance higher than the sun is the alblackica in alblackica

There is no unity without division; within division there are multiple unities

Integral hymn to the father of the Lord is the de-facto disciple rising towards that light

Clouds reflect the patterns on the rainbow in the form of rain drops blessing thy eye

Adi Sheshnag on the mahakal-tattva is the oldest time on Hawking-Unruh black body radiation

Spread knowledge light and love; TIME IS RUNNING OUT!

 – Joy Roy Choudhury

THE SUB-CHAPTER OF TRIBAL ART IN THE INELASTIC DARK MATTER OF EXISTENCE

Ra-Dofh Eternal, Samij Datta, 2012

THE SUB-CHAPTER OF TRIBAL ART IN THE INELASTIC DARK MATTER OF EXISTENCE (Eternity is Existence as Consciousness in Bliss)

Consciousness-Analogue

Submission of my being in the inelastic dark matter

Have yielded a very high dense polygrammatical memory of quarks and leptons

No man is free till he sees the light in the v-cube of victory

Ambition dies on the road to eternity

Drawing on the board a sketch of a tree that has lived long with the river and the sands

Amulets of gold crown the last fall of a leaf on a slate of a mirror

Words transcend the sorrow of its birth in a tetra-ionic ethereal field

Zoroaster dimed the sun so the night is anointed with the stars of the zebra-fin lake

The lion of the Talmud is rising from the sea    

And as the dog followed the hunter into the woods of arcadia

Remember the song that gave the heart its first taste of joy

Bursting from the sky into the aquamarine caves of the psychiquazim

Nevra-prime matter of consciousness gave diction to geometry

The circles oozed the triangles in the large hadron collider

And chanted the anonymous hymn of the microcosmic world

Zero always stands  as zero in the one two three of its gametophores

And the flowers cupped the solstice in the arm of its neck

Tring tring hring hrum hrim massless troton on alpha nanorobotic space

Eats Sommerfeld’s equations as ants ride the bosonic-boat of the messenger

Hayat tobihat omin soyit

Rekavo utrit deneb om

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Tribal Art, Bengal

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

The Evocation of Matter in the Eye of the Spirit in the Plabintim-Circuit of Existence: 24th April, 2012

Matter-Table, Samij Datta, 2012

The Evocation of Matter in the Eye of the Spirit in the Plabintim-Circuit of Existence (as seen from the eye-hole-Varltumin Camera which is there inside the eye): 24th April, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

The grammar of the mind is in this abacus

It was a play thing of her own-true self

She was the designer and the architect

The only true-force behind His veil

She was the ancient tribe in the heart of the herdsmen

She was the Queen of Sheba in the nomadic paradise of love

She was Josephine Mazuvont and the Ionicixa Heluim

She was Kali in the Wahali of Kali- dance is a sacred crown of the king

She was Tara, green like the emblem in the blue dawn of fire

A phoenix rising from the matter-truth table art                      

Uniting with the spirit in a mystic congregation of consciousness

Flame decrax-meta flame of love and power

Building knowledge blocks with numbers of the progeny

Fibonacci series of the flower heads calls her the pentagram of the stars

She herself knows her own configurations that we don’t understand

Time is eternity in the spinning wheel of her turns

She herself is beyond the Supramental Body

Alblackica- night and day she sang on the rivers of destiny

For a free-sacred free-choice on the edge of a lake

Savitri saw the golden couplets of the diamond sky  

Reflect the silent purity of a white-metamorphic lotus

It was her first letter of love written to liberty

It became the journey of the French Revolution in the eye of the micro-gravity

Life formed from the light of her own song

Had the flow of equality in her ethereal  vastness

She gathered her friends in the shade of a tree

To give each a sweet blessing of her own true-self (Shakti is Singular/Brahman is Plural)

And Her Self broke into selves and became the mother-truth-table of all existence.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

24th April, Mother’s Final Arrival in Pondicherry

Message: O Lord, Thou hast decided to test the quality of our faith and to pass our sincerity on Thy touch stone. Grant that we come out greater and purer from the ordeal. – The Mother