The Magic Circle of Shambhala and the Quest to Unify the Body, Mind and Spirit: The Conscious Awakening and Evolution

Song of Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1943/State Museum of Oriental Art, Moscow, Russia

Song of Shambhala, Nicholas Roerich, 1943/State Museum of Oriental Art, Moscow, Russia

CULTURE IS ACCUMULATION OF HIGHEST BLISS, HIGHEST BEAUTY, HIGHEST KNOWLEDGE.

– NICHOLAS ROERICH

The goal of contemplating the processes depicted in the mandala is that the yogi shall become inwardly aware of the deity. Through contemplation, he recognizes himself as God again, and thus returns from the illusion of individual existence into the universal totality of the divine state.

– C.G. Jung {Concerning Mandala Symbolism/C. G. Jung./(Zurich, 1950)}

 

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 Undulated sea of primeval ice caps

Nicholas Roerich, Mongolia

Nicholas Roerich, Mongolia

In the gorgeous daydream of Beethoven’s moonlit sonata

Flows down the valley of deep

Awake in the secret admiration

The sun’s chalice of darkness poured the golden day light

Hayagriva, sheun uh damor

Hayagriva, un phor lue

In the midst of the night, they are calling

“Awake the sleeping serpent coiled in the disc

Matter must transform itself into the fourth dimension and beyond”.

Alone in this quest, the traveller identifies his body

As the source of beauty and truth

Walking is a form of mediation

When you discover the inner light of Shambhala

Time into time is eternal time

All else is empty – quantum vacuum

Lives are built on information packets arranged in a form of liquid crystals

We live through a lattice of experience

Songs of the sacred wood perfume

Jung and the Mandala: Cryptograms connecting different dimensions of space and time

Jung and the Mandala: Cryptograms connecting different dimensions of space and time

The eternally gyrating ‘now’ into imperishable forms

We are sounds colours and shapes

Pictograms unravelled

A discourse with universe takes place every second

Unaware, our plight is our ignorance

We are fooled into believing that we are fools

All are intelligent systems operating in the universe

The bird, the tree, the whale and the man

Our structure has encoded the mathematics of a geometric evolution

From the centre to the radiant circumference

We live on the edge inside and on a point

We are the mandala of the rainbow spirit

We are the supramental force

The future is near not very far – om adi chintamani

Travelling faster than light,

The white horse illumines the anthropological crown in the head

As we leap forward into another historical time

The guide is the Lord who knows our way

Time is the blue horizon of each event

We spark we fly and not fall down the precipice.

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

Walking Is an Act of Submission of the Self: Cleansing the Equinoctial Points on the Galactic Doors of Perception

Lao Tzu

Lao Tzu

 

Walking Is an Act of Submission of the Self: Cleansing the Equinoctial Points on the Galactic Doors of Perception 

 

Walking is an act of submission of the self

Time is the quarzon self

Stretching itself beyond the creation

A rainbow disc of dao de jing

The great ascended masters are coming back again…

Through this way…

 

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Walking is the will of the Supreme able to manifest its own elements

Earth, Air, Fire, Water form the  tetrahedral grid of the Yahweh

We walk into the hall of light

Disappear into the void

Reappear again in our astral self

Our Bio-electric circuits running fast from one level to another

Changing dimensions as we move

Eternally changing

Lahiri-Mahsaya

Lahiri-Mahsaya

To perfect the very act of walking

an experience of a red supergiant star with its suprenova

A dwarf star with its cosmic microwave background

On the terrace we call the sky, on the surface of cold ice

In between caverns and rock edifices

In the holy core, in the conscious interior

Like a sphinx we walk

Invisibly connecting the ancient spirit with the supramental

Walking is the silent speech of the Jiva- an act of higher manifestation

Walking constructs language and hidden geometries

Silence is the labour of pain invoking the hidden powers

Walking release the passion of the mind

We capture images, we tell stories, we make things happen

The multiverse speaks to us

The journey rewards our occult fantasy

Slowly taking us to the ecstatic point

That calls forth our pilgrimage

And our existence…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

Psychedelic Tattva of the Non-Local Connectivity with the Pure Essence of Delight: The ‘Braja Rasa-Samagraha’ of Quantum Quintessential Self-Speaking Identity

Psychedelic Tattva of the Non-Local Connectivity with the Pure Essence of Delight: The ‘Braja Rasa-Samagraha’ of Quantum Quintessential  Self-Speaking Identity

Tattva, Kula Shaker, 1996

Tattva, Kula Shaker, 1996

“Acintya bheda bheda tattva (4 x)
At the moment that you wake from sleeping
And you know it’s all a dream
Well the truth may come in strange disguises
Never knowing what it means”.

– Tattva, Kula Shaker, Album K, 1996

 

Deep into our being there is this sap, the very ‘essence’ of all that is pure and everlasting and within its folds, the sacred wood harvests the sweet song of the Madhava, of Gokula in the trine of the sun and the moon with the occult all perceiving eye. All particles subatomic are kind of primordial quantum self taking part in the great dance of the braja-lila rasa samagraha to satiate their thirst for the ecstasy that is timeless and boundless. In every circle or triangle or trapezohedron, quantum information or qubits are exchanging their freedom with the cosmic shrine.

Under the holy tree (the tree of life), past, present and future are one thing, a vast non-local singularity connects our existence with the Transcendental   the flame of the candle is the mantra of our journey through magical worlds.

In the katha-samudra (the unmanifested word-ocean), the creation is an intoxicated point of imagination gradually expanding and contracting at the same time.

Diesel snow garbage

All join their hands to make the flower

Wing its petals in the air

Finality of the spring

Subtle like a thin arrow

Pierces dream’s nebulae

And gives rise to autumnal shapes

Hope magnifies the vision of the ouroboros

Sleeping in the giant shell

Its sees light over the bayan kara ula

Stones depicted the cyclical changes

Kara ula korva utat

Hitchhiking on the endless road

It found the long lost rhythm of dance

On the way to the eternal gatefold- Shambhala.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

 

 

The Dynamic Mosaic of Space-Time Intensity and the Natural Quantum Rhythm of Form in Consciousness: Jim Morrison’s and Charles Baudelaire’s Quest for ‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’

The Dynamic Mosaic of Space-Time Intensity and the Natural Quantum Rhythm of Form in Consciousness: Jim Morrison’s and Charles Baudelaire’s Quest for ‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’ 

“Time present and time past 

Are both perhaps present in time future 

And time future contained in time past.

If all time is eternally present 

All time is unredeemable”. – Burnt Norton (Four Quartets), T. S. Eliot, 1935

‘Death’s Twilight Kingdom’/The Hollow Men (1925), T. S. Eliot

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

Jim Morrison, Monalisa, 2013

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Poetry is the fractal wheel of fire

Oh friend of the dark star

The monster of light has fed its wrath on the weeping clouds of fortune

To hell the heaven endorse another view

The practical man ashamed of his luck falls on the floor

His month ticks like years pouring dust on empty canals

Light crossed her eyes

Like rainbow in the skies

Soft moist petals over Parnassian waves

Floating like time in eternal caves

There sun has hidden her face behind the mirror

Behind the mirror, behind the black pool of mirror where the spider climbs

Behind the shadow, knowledge claims false apparitions

That was all history confined in that point of prison

Together we ride that wave …fade away

Far…

Come again…

White like the tiger’s brown bosom of the sea

Beneath the tree, in the split of shelter

In the silence of another way

Charles Baudelaire, Monalisa, 2013

Charles Baudelaire, Monalisa, 2013

Come again my friend

Not to lose but to determine

In the hairs of grazing horses

The unforgettable rhythm of the ancient song

How the ordinary is transfigured into intangible sublime

There after the recession where we must all go…

Come again…

Joy Roy Choudhury

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo and the Ophthalmic Gravitational Lensing of the Truth Beyond the Stars: The Olmo-Lung-Ring Micro-Gravity Capsule

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo and the Ophthalmic Gravitational Lensing of the Truth Beyond the Stars: The Olmo-Lung-Ring Micro-Gravity Capsule

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo, Monalisa, 2013

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo, Monalisa, 2013

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo, Monalisa, 2013

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White sacred star –arat ahan arat yexa congrieve

Milking the ocean’s supergiant paradise

Afro him afro yat afro hetyat yo

Together in the pulsar with the bon of the after death

Immortality rises like the cross over golden-hued blue lights of the lapis lazuli

The opalescent red cubic dots of the astral fem-box is the carrier of the silent force

Through the base movements of the alpha-beta particles language frames its quantum logic

The tree of buddha’s enlightenment is now the non-local singularity of apocalyptic visions

Within Europe other invisible cities still exist

They connect with asia minor and other sacred places on earth

Light to be attained through the yantra of consciousness as knowledge

Geson elab muvitro- the sun is the horticultural laboratory to learn from

Extract as you can the light is yours to get that energy you need

To fly to the Original place in the garden of feathers where the peacocks are dancing

Sun - The Eternal Yogi of Light/ Monalisa, 2013

Sun – The Eternal Yogi of Light/ Monalisa, 2013

Gather the dusted bearded nimbus that took shelter under the Jove’s tree

Rain have washed the feet of the Lord as the moon climbed behind the mirrors of perfection

Self indestructible-self: thy body is the harbinger of the unlimited freedom

Thou canst know thy truth in the hidden lips of destiny’s preconceived lines

Because in every leaf the liberty is the woven circle of the emancipated Christ

Shenrab qua qui phor golme and disappearing in the dynamic dromos dero…

– 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

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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 Cosmic Detour into Consciousness: George Harrison and the Changing Worlds (Baxtrom Light Traveling Weight)

George Harrison, Monalisa, 2012

George Harrison, Monalisa, 2012

“Everything else can wait, but the search for God cannot…” – George Harrison

And in the seminal song “My Sweet Lord” he reiterates this waiting:

“I really want to see you

Really want to be with you

Really want to see you lord

But it takes so long, my lord…”

The seeking for the Lord is a long journey to the originaboun (the origin of origins) and as George Harrison felt it’s like “a door opened somewhere in the subconscious realm, maybe from a previous life”.

“All religions are branches of one big tree. It doesn’t matter what you call Him just as long as you call. Just as cinematic images appear to be real but are only combinations of light and shade, so is the universal variety a delusion. The planetary spheres, with their countless forms of life, are naught but figures in a cosmic motion picture. One’s values are profoundly changed when he is finally convinced that creation is only a vast motion picture and that not in, but beyond, lies his own ultimate reality.” – George Harrison

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The starlight fragments bear the cosmic heaviness of the blue denim

Bulging on the edge like a bubble of some distant dreams

Made real by the fantasy of a life’s long journey back home

The emissaries are here in trapezohedron solar crafts

Flying like octane flutes of the Sri Radhika- The Harrison Wave Couplet of the eternal Brouhaman

Peacock sparkles on the midnight ether’s strange beauty of forms

Diminishing the mass equilibrium of the horizontal frame

Vertically aligning the gyrating torsion of the flamed cupola of light

Breathing like Krishna on the Adi Tattva’s creative impulse

In the motionless distance of time – time is the true saviour O Christ

And beauty is the door through which the seer penetrates his quest

Into matter’s utmost felicity with the spirit of its undying fashion

Creating new songs from the well of its wonderful rivers

Each a new beginning to the architecture of the exoplanets

Creating creations merging into creations

As the tree into forests of lavender and pomegranates

Swirling into the utmost dance forms of the invisible dark momentum of things

And becoming empty like an unwritten book’s many historical feats

Man shall climb to the reach the divine stage – Om Adi Om- Om Adi Tattva

And touch the Brownian consonance of consciousness

The chariot has come down to travel to the next apparel of things

To crown new dimensions of Supra-psychic technology

“All life is yoga”, and yoga is life in love to be free

To free the self, believe that you are to make this Life Divine.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

“Life on Earth is but a fleeting illusion edged between lives past and future beyond physical mortal reality” , and while commenting on the concept of reincarnation in 1968 he said “You go on being reincarnated until you reach the actual Truth. Heaven and Hell are just a state of mind. We are all here to become Christ-like. The actual world is an illusion and the living thing that goes on, always has been, always will be. I am not really George, but I happen to be in this body.”

Ref: “All life is yoga” – Sri Aurobindo

9th December 2012: Celebrating the 110th Birth Anniversary of Sri Kali Pada Guha Roy- In the Time of Peace the Light was the Yogic Sound of His Silence in ‘it’

Yogishwar Sri Kali Da: The Yogi of Maha-Yogis

Yogishwar Sri Kali Da: The Yogi of Maha-Yogis

Prachin Parbat mala

The quantum mevon light hasn’t yet fall on its peak

Marubhumir samudre shristir ek  balukanay e samayer shitishil gati prapto hoyechey

Savder prahari ra takhono hat te chalte sekheni

A vast Silence covered the blind chink of the whole creation

Nothing moved or walked or crawled or swelled

In the rhythm less path of a primal compassion

Neither contracting nor expanding the orbs in their flight

Sublime was the emerald waves in the emergency of that light

Reading the mysteries that His love has brought to unfold the worlds

Navigating the paths that future beholds in the past of its figural present

Om Adi Sanatan- the eternity is the myriad ways of the Cassiopeia in the zoning-al-druid hum

Down the River Way/Photograph, Joy Roy Choudhury

Down the River Way/Photograph, Joy Roy Choudhury

Pagan birth of the Father in the monsoon hymn of the winter moon

Hibernating itself in the yupa-yupi star flakes of time

Memory is not the black raven of daylight extinction

Neither it’s a void bank of dead Alpha numeral’s sunyata

The past squeezed the present to turn every nocturnal sight into endearing happiness

That is the essence of a conscious vital life-force– without it that is not that in the schism of ‘it’ (scattering and dissemination of plectographic mandalas)

Thou art has taught us to laugh and to play, to sing and to dance

To be merry in the song that His faith has brought (the supra-cosmic cult of bhakti as an in-dweller )

We pray to love and live, as His ways have converged on us

To this day we record our existence as continuous consciousness in the supra-aeonic years of manifestation

To live with him holding thy hand in the primordial zarticle/barticle of the retanoul waves

Appearing slowly on the screen of the cosmos

As om adi para-brahman – om adi om- om adi paratpara

Om adi sat-chit-ananda

Om-faux-pa-vir-hung-tal

Glory to the Divine (3x) always

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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Five-Faced Time and Picasso: The Subjective Alter of Quantum Hyperspace in the Integral Yoga of Light Revelation

Pablo Picasso

“Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth” – Pablo Picasso

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In a world of real differentials the actual is a relational constant of the mind’s pure will destiny. Intelligent devices perform better

superform of mind is an intelligent tortoise who cuts shapes and sizes in magical precision to make an invisible collage of ideas that can buy consciousness

minds, therefore, not adapters but buyers

a buyer of consciousness, in quantum retrocausal meta-logic sub-field

Thoughts streaming as photons through the glass,

Wide angle lens

Objects as digital engrams in a cloud cluster mobile device

Terminating eternal suffering

In the megalith of glass

Reflecting from Guernica the horse and the bull

Dead tree and the causal leaves

Crucifixion

Alone in the meditating circle

A passion to lie, to unveil

That is not that is

Becta-Jajix-Progress in Darkness

Internal-Combustion within the Diametrical Diamond Flowering the Five-Headed Time

To enter the vision of all-absolute

Deneb-Altair-Cetus-Vega-Acrux.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

In the Prism of the Matrix the Symbiosis of YungDrung Bon and the Ouroboros: White Light Synthesis from the Unelvum Dark Matter

NEW AGE SYMBOL OF THE CREATION : YUNGDRUNG & OUROBOROS, Monalisa, 2012

SYNTHESIS OF THE WHITE LIGHT

Origin of Origins comes from the refracted white light synthesized from the blue eternal dark matter. What is that? That is not that. Krishna on Kali is Kali in Krishna; the Shyama in Adi Buddha is the darkness of the fangs of Ouroboros.

Ouroboros is Ouroboros – the venomous eternity that engulfs the evil and the pure. It causes the Equilibrium Occurence- the ultimate state of Sunyata (or zero) where Everything is Nothing and Nothing is Everything.  Zero is the eternal coil of the eternal circular Ouroboros blessing the creation in its ambitious quest to reach its completition. Circle being the embodiment of the perfect geometrical shape is the everlasting fascination of the human race where every individual’s soul searches and yearns to reach that Supremacy, the cause of its birth and rebirth.

Some attain, some fail, some try again!

What is that Supremacy?

A state of eternal bliss where the venomous poison of Ouroboros is the sweet honey dew falling dripping from the source of the eternal milk of the paradise.

The calming light…

Ouroboros here is the loving mother and the caring father!

OM ADI ADI BUDDHAYA NAMAH

 – MONALISA

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In the Prism of the Matrix the Symbiosis of YungDrung Bon and the Ouroboros: White Light Synthesis from the Unelvum Dark Matter

The pure indivisible matter is him

Heard him say, it’s a long way journey from home

The blue-prime unelvum dark matter crust crystallizes my soul

And in the cognitive spring-board of consciousness he engulfs the divine-undivine

The svastika or the yungdrung is the rotational cusp of the final judgement

He was there, is and will be

Existence is a constant recognition of that truth

There is nothing unreal about it, nothing secular but the feet of time has the anklets of death

Mystery unfolds the hidden secret of beings

Beauty resides in all that’s undying dying-and-not-dying

Living beyond the cyclical time and consciousness

In the yagiga-vontaxness

Brutath shung

Hithuiva craduth

Ant walker operation on the sun yun hun icraxo-stem determines the beauty of the flowers in the shape of a dream touching the stone of alblackica to pray for the present entity, the creation

Shantih Shantih Shantih

– Joy Roy Choudhury