The Quantum Magic-Box of ‘The White Light Synthesis’: Shambhala Truth of the Origin of Origins

Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu

“Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird!       

Sri Prabhu-Bandhusundar

Sri Prabhu-Bandhusundar

No hungry generations tread thee down; 

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Charm’d magic casements, opening on the foam

Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn”.

– Ode to a Nightingale, John Keats.

Consciousness-Analogue

Immortal bird carrying immortal wisdom from the land of Olmo-Lung-Ring

Immortal are the ways of Shambhala

The bird flies in the sacred lair of Noah’s kingdom

Sacrifice the eternity in time

He who doth see the Eternal, knowest thy self

In the miniature of a cosmic bowl

A zero mirrored in the Higgs field, yields another zero and so, on  

Engulfing the primordial serpent of Alblackica (shaping the yas-ying-yang  through the eye of the cosmic needle )

Rise from the ash and be the Father of the Destiny

Higgs Field, Samij Datta

Higgs Field, Samij Datta

Form is emptiness, emptiness thy form

Opposing pairs cancel each other

Harvesting the mother face of the dark zero

That encircles the pointless Origignabon of the creation

Numbers fall like proper Frazer-puppets in the laser pool of the cosmic seizure

There is no time, there will be no time

In the red skull of the ultimate sun

In the primal face of the causal machine

In the effect of a hand-will pedestal

The snow covered peaks,

Winter valleys,

And the cold desert

Know that wisdom is covered with mist

And the blue light cone on the feet of the tree

Sings like the stars from a spring night gramophone                                                                 

Joan Baez

Joan Baez

Oceans cradle another moon swaying in the music

And the beaches are strewn by the morning petals

Drawing the fantastic mandalas

That speaks of the Lord in the twilight realm,

In the poetic colours of His infancy

Da di di Dayadhvam Damyata

Krishna-Krishna-Hari Priye

The Ark saved the worlds

As mercy thy time

Those who live forever in the Shangri-la

Let their prayers be like streams flowing to grace the Garden of Eden

In the inner-circle of ala-ala,

The stone is the future of Man,

Adi adi Chintamani

Adi Buddha, Adi Shenrab

In thy Holy Communion of the Christ:        

Pete Seger

Pete Seger

“Where have all the graveyards gone?

Long time passing

Where have all the graveyards gone?

Long time ago

Where have all the graveyards gone?

Gone to flowers every one

When will they ever learn?

When will they ever learn?” (Where Have All the Flowers Gone, Pete Seger)

Man the Absolute, The Aksolute, The Amsolute shall have to enter the next chain of cycles by the contemplation of a free circle point in the san-zero-infinity of things

without the Icarus, the Icarus is empty

Man is empty, empty is man

empty is empty by the primitive subset of logic deduction

all the flowers are empty, non-absolute beauty of the beautiful Sunyata

and the emptiness of forms is the emptiness of meanings

Set zero to Set Zat-Zero-Infinity

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo

Lord Tonpa Shenrab Miwo

Tat Wat Yat- regulating zero

Yat Wat Tat- regulating one in many

Wat Tat Yat- regulating all possible hyperspace functions that arise from the cause

with invisible wings flies the inner-man

discovers a great aureole round his head

shining like the dark star of the white light

utters unimaginable verses of the ego-less journey

from there to here, from no point of origin to no-beginning no-end:

A KAR A ME DU TRI SU NAG PO ZHI ZHI MAL MAL SO HA…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

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TIME INCORPORATED CIRCLE OF TRUTH EATING AS THE RED HIBISCUS AND TALKING TO THE RIVERBEDS THAT FED IT WITH THE LIFE-FORCE OF EXISTENCE: CONSCIOUSNESS IS PER DECRA JAZIX BLISS ON UNICROSS MATTER OF SAN-ZAN VAN INFINITY WORSHIP

1377-3177 Boxet, Samij Datta, 2012

TIME INCORPORATED CIRCLE OF TRUTH EATING AS THE RED HIBISCUS AND TALKING TO THE RIVERBEDS THAT FED IT WITH THE LIFE-FORCE OF EXISTENCE: CONSCIOUSNESS IS PER DECRA JAZIX BLISS ON UNICROSS MATTER OF SAN-ZAN VAN INFINITY WORSHIP

Consciousness-Analogue

In a thousand mile of arid land the eye of the man and the lion on a boat

Seven headed Jagganath on the turmeric sea of white sands

Seven close to eight on nine to ten then zero again without the one

To open the unlocked doors of the hidden kingdom of immortals

A spade of blue turquoise running across the caves of time

A lost chapter in the creational book was reading itself through the magnified meca vision

Some grow old as young others look at the sky in disbelief

Some saw the golden flakes burning like a vast ship in the everlasting space of infinity

Turbulence was not an offence but an offering to cleanse the soul

Gods look to gods to purge themselves and man looks towards the sea

The fruit was bearing the hibiscus adder in the poison of death

Its sting was the injected needle that etherised the mountains and the deserts

Atacama folded in the Taklamakan Gobi and stretched into the sub-Saharan terrain

Inside the reptilian bond the stars of the Erasmus faded into the sunshine of xyro-sun

Christ was annihilated on bed of the rocks to bear the language of the river-songs

Words walking into words as tau on lepton and gluon

Tara tera tara xivo-xivo utrath mekav ryto blomin

In the streets of Shigatse there are no gods

Not even the signs that dangle the desire of man

The tanks are buried deep into the heart of the primordial alter

Beware, beware that time is just coming soon.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

PI-BOSONIC MESSENGER OF TIME ON THERMOIONIC ALBLACKICA SALTPLATE

 

PI-BOSONIC MESSENGER OF TIME ON THERMOIONIC ALBLACKICA SALTPLATE

Consciousness-Analogue

In the history of man’s syllabi time is the most important efficient factor

Emerson wrote ‘We live in succession, in division, in parts, in particles’

One of these was Betsy Ross the seamstress from Philadelphia

Stars became the cross on every silver lining in the clouds

And the crabs crawled on the sea shore of Derrida

Eating thoughts without thoughts in a senseless regime

That cannot manufacture let alone recycle the dying hybrids

Vision has lost immortality in the gratings of the mind        

The mind is a porcelain vessel with no flower but hot dying under the sun

Man is now empty of anything and everything

He has no sign of the power he acquired from his own freedom

He is a stagecoach moving aimlessly through lanes and by-lanes of his own pathetic fallacy

He is a mariner without a compass in the deep ocean of void

Arguments aped his procrastination he made instruments he cannot control

The stone was a sign of the cataclysms in nature

The wind ran into the hollow tube of the earth-tunnels

And the birds disappeared in the uranium rich effigies of man’s gratitude

And became the lost ritual song of the tribes in the month of harvest

Waters reflect annihilated questions in the pages of a paperback

Thomas Mann is dead so is Heisenberg

River angular time gave birth to thermoionic salt-plates of Alblackica

And the leaves of Acacia chanted the new anthem of love

Tetrat terav tetrat

Nestrat nihayo nestrat…

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Photograph B/W, Joy Roy Choudhury

Artwork, QuinWing-A, Samij Datta, 2012