The Sun is a Giant Stargate for Your Exodus into Many Unmanifested Realms of Pure Consciousness and Bliss: Sri Aurobindo’s Maha-Samadhi Day 5th Dec, 2013

Sri Aurobindo circa 1950

Sri Aurobindo circa 1950

“He spoke and ceased and left the earthly scene.

Away from the strife and suffering on our globe,

He turned towards his far-off blissful home.

A brilliant arrow pointing straight to heaven,

The luminous body of the ethereal seer

Assailed the purpled glory of the noon

And disappeared like a receding star

Vanishing into the light of the Unseen.      

But still a cry was heard to the infinite,

And still to the listening soul on mortal earth

And high and far imperishable voice

Chanted the anthem of eternal love”. (End of Book VI, Canto II, Savitri/Sri Aurobindo)








The Sun is a Giant Stargate for Your Exodus into Many Unmanifested Realms of Pure Consciousness and Bliss: Let Your Inner-Reflections Fetch the Highest Supramental Truth For the Absolute Good on Earth


Helios-reka-yat-possibility curve – supraphysical realisation and both physical & non-physical journey to recover the lost symbols of creation (Life Divine)


There is a mystery I left still unresolved

The growing pain of miseries on earth cannot engender

The faith required for transformation

Fruits of the divided kingdom lay waste in the countryside

Toying with nature’s resources the race became the automatic hand of a whipping ignorance

It cannot alter the scene; the midnight toil deluge and destruction

The tree withers from thoughts lapse into time bound memories

And the garden of Adonis, the hyacinths by the rock are not sung this time

This is the time of fear and trembling

This is the time when the shadow encircles the prime of your life

Children scream and horror not dismantle the prolific towers

Man has merged with the base elements of hell

Driving on the king’s highway to crash and murder

Nothing can save from the prophecy of the winds and the sea

The sun born like a lotus can still pour its streams of light to a chosen few

Don’t give or take but just be still point on my navel

May the coming wave take you through to a far-off blissful home where I reside!

(itat –journey of the physical through q-wormholes in the sun/visitations to the other side of many universes via time-loop spiralling staircase of interlaced cosmic-grid)


– J