Signal Non-locality and the Grammar of Evolution: Homer’s Poetry as Subatomic Verse Translating actions to Higher-Dimensions of Karma within the Free-Will Quantum Box

Homer, Monalisa, 2013

Homer, Monalisa, 2013

 

Homer, Monalisa, 2013

Signal Non-locality and the Grammar of Evolution: Homer’s Poetry as Subatomic Verse Translating  actions to Higher-Dimensions of Karma within the Free-Will Quantum Box

 

Consciousness-Analogue

Muses of Instruction inspires poetry in the free realm of man

The choice to overflow the perennial fountain with the cosmic force

Gravity shields the connection you have with that extraterrestrial space

The mind can wish what it may the brain chooses collapse to translate action

From the pool of consciousness, consciousness is the only choice of matter

Matter is zeta-matter in the univocal grammar of higher dimensions of matter – supermind alblackica

You are here to ride the horse and cultivate your intellect with scientific intuition

Apollo is in that smallest particle as photons at the Troton-Troton energising radius (1 cm +ve/-ve)

 

Knowledge is insufficient without proper faith in the downward causation Apollo's Temple at Delphi, Greece.Wikipedia

In the man, there always persists the song of duality

It gets resolved with you run the epics in the brain and you evolve from there

The gods have transcended their actions – it’s now your turn

c-creation-c is evolving to m-creation-m

Light, more light towards that knowledge with love and an unbounded faith in your abilities

You can make a difference if you believe in yourself completely before others believe in you

And then you know that there is no belief – you only exist and that itself, is real

The spring tempts the humming birds

The foliage basks in pretty radiance

The maids are coming back from the hills; the sun is dying

Within that frame, how many frames are hidden inside?

The Sirius close to that mountain valley has its eye on the rock in the shade.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

The Signals From Clear Distinct Outer Space Through the Eye of the Needle to Commemorate the Great Day for Earth and the Creation

The Signals From Clear Distinct Outer Space Through the Eye of  the Needle to Commemorate the Great Day for Earth and the Creation

Faux-pa-se

Butterfly, Andy Warhol

Butterfly, Andy Warhol

Ro-pa-vi

Cosmic generator of genesis

In the flame of the wings touching the sky

Spiral staircase to the star light

To that childhood infancy

In the Hadron Collider

In the yuramin particle

In the sound baking the emptiness on the reflective stanza

Their feet on the sand washed by the waves

Comes and goes,

The gull dives,

Another granite face sculpted like the moon

Disappeared in the vowel of its indefinite time

Landscapes with Butterflies, Salvador Dali

Landscapes with Butterflies, Salvador Dali

Squared upon a substance

Like the tree of consciousness

Involuting seeds of the original destiny

Camera voyeurs into that d minor open string

Terminating the chaos in the flaxom-terminal

In the Hebrew, in the Latin, in the Arabic and Sanskrit, and the Chinese text-boxes

Lepitoptera the beautiful alien one – how the colours you made were strung into thy songs?

How often do you buzz in the plain air of the free taxtotet memory?

That honey in the sun is courting the winds

Whistles away in the pride of the morning

That darkness is strange and impeccable

The philtre of fire in the water’s osmotic pressure assumes the leaves are green

Oxygen intake is the sap embodiment of the divine felicity

In the roca-walden emptiness of Baquitra Eternal

Cardinal movements taking shape

In the ever heralding time of the prophet

Wishyum sector of the Adi Natha makes glory

With the glorious goldfinches

Singing on the boughs of the silliest one

Time to perform in the order of the day

the long hard road and the terrible bulls pulling

the string of the friction-less mind

in the subjective dybase of the overmental departure

into the robo-nucleon of the ineffable entity

that links the point anonymous to the classical shambhala

non-rational index of grahin-wayuhanon sadhus and supercosmic intelligent beings

are rearranging the cosmic pattern of things

grace coming from shambhala to the earth

through the immobile wave function in the pluxonin terminal

Vecta-ionix realism watching the trend of events baffling the worlds

all shall come as they go to fetch the immortal chalice of life’s preservatives

that one night of the Ka, Kal -Karit ecstatic cycle of things

shall make that into the morning hymn of the superluminal infinity

the goldfinches sing

drowsy they fall asleep and dream

Awake into the hour that’s calling you far  from the other side

time wanders itself into places when there is no time.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Quantum Wings of an Imaginary Butterfly in the Higgs Field: The Doors Reopen to Admit that Consciousness is the only Way Forward

Quantum Wings of an Imaginary Butterfly in the Higgs Field: The Doors Reopen to admit that Consciousness is the only Way Forward

Consciousness-Analogue

Light cones emerge carrying quadrangular time-consciousness bits

Some are vector tat, some are vector sat

Some are Jehovah’s mobile signals of an entanglement in Higgs Field

The leaf is the source carrier of messages from the dark hole via the sun

Intercepted by the wind and the waters, they say stones are thick mud alphabets of the earth

On a bed of rocks she slept, her wings washed by the running streams

In the particle accelerator, the quarks are flying with muons and yuramins

They know that knowledge comes from transgender mind of consciousness

Mind above the mind is the absolute mind of alblackica

Brahman is Brahman in Ying as Yang on gravity defying ‘Cash Back Policy’ (The Tao ‘On in In’)

Square the time the Supramental descends

Like a tiger burning bright in the epsilon of delta zarest roaming space

“Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind…

Indian, Indian what did you die for?

Indian says, nothing at all”. – (Dawn’s Highway, Jim Morrison, The Doors)

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

Integral Function Synthesis in Cellulose Matter and Dynamic Polarization of Matter Anti-Matter

 

Maha-Kali (Mother Eternity), Monalisa, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

Steal the dawn from the desk

All that matters is put to test?

The sky is blue with purple fangs

Through the eye it hangs and hangs

In the storm the night is young

Riding strong

 The xenon calf of light

Flight…fly to the qubin serpent of immortality

Every vessel is a moonstone computing algorithms

The nectar of the sun is cellulose matter on alblackica grid

Beyond a micro-gravity point in a circle

Beyond Wheeler-Feynman data of causal time-symmetries

It lives and relives its action without any effort

Action dispenses inaction of order multiplying chaos of self-prophetic integers

Negating chance of an individual occurrence of an event

An abacus of mind is the hand of god in a space less infinitude of countless zeroes diffusing itself larger than one in the whole creation.  

Adi Buddha, Monalisa, 2012

If from an unrecognized quantum frame of substance you derive the logic of a hyper-particle existence then the quanta of energy is the throughput of quark inflow in the strata of sonic equilibrium of an active dimensionless void medium. Zero is the orthocentre of a primitive computational system whose integral functions determine the strange quirky behaviour of sub-atomic integers when they are put in a relational sequence to it. Reason is the master key to determine the irrational pervasive ‘inaction’ in the creational matrix that impact even-odd binary integers in an event-horizon when seen through the helioscope of matter as consciousness. Matter is yatter as vatter consuming time-yume-yime of self-incarnating dots on the inelastic pachyderm of ancient consciousness.

Samayer tulonay samay anek ageyey chale

Gati path je dharay abyahato rayechey shei karunay barshito hay alokmandali

The galaxies are frozen hexa-cones on the axis of time-zime realization of matter as consciousness

Chetonar palimatir sta re sabvatar dhan udbhid hate saptarishi mandaler je kuhutan tar ananda shodhon pathe dikhya dey jagatik shaktir- ei jagatik shakti ek din janma dey je samaj babosthar tar nam Democracy

Manush jekhane janak shekhane prati karmer prati sraddha ene dey agragati-

To be progressive one sacrifices time and time in return grants evolution of consciousness.

 – Joy Roy Choudhury

Vraba-Act of Integral Synthesis by the Apocalyptic Horse-Rider: Light as Peace-Symbol of Gnostic Illumination in Dimensional Kinegorim

Shambhala Art-Kalchakra Symbiosis, Samij Datta, 2012

Consciousness-Analogue

I

Sweet pair of birds finds thy true note in rhythm

Harvesting the white light in the tree of substance

Dark matter gravity in the formless night bore the many leaves of time’s ethereal cycles

The wheel is a pure dance of reasonless entities, innumerable in number

Chakra-sthi-zun-chakra-sthi-zun-kal-chakra

In the primeval mobile state, zero is a numberless question keyed into existence

Supra-physical delight of the apple-docxet fire is what was translated to Adam by the Open Book of Revelation by the Father

Adi-purusham-adi-purusham-elohim-el

To what you may know may stand the test of time to check back at the history you have made?

Letters in the vortex churn the ocean the scriptures are trembling like the screaming sky

Shambhala Art, The Swan at Padma Karpo, Samij Datta, 2012

II

The swan in the lotus pool is the Gnostic meaning of a thousand suns

In the dark night, the star of Mazuvont was the blessed palm of the sky

Rains fall on an ocean of infinity, clouds gather the feathers of the bird

Love is an ambo-hiprav-quin-brig-quinwing F (Time 4.778- YEARS > 3.887 K)

Travelling in a bus reading a book she looked at the lights that meandered into the far beyond

Her mind like a river swallowed the banks at one twenty fifth of a royal cubit

She was fond of operas in the grand deluge of a dream rhyming the end-matter of worship

And fancy took her curves in the salon of the world and found her to be as pure as blood

Nietzsche was right, God is Dead; the white-goddess of the moon-sphere sparkled on Zoroaster

Dying with Rudra in the lake of the amphibians he remembered the lost words of the original self: ‘Know Thyself’.

III

Avogadro base constant illuminated circle decraz-creation-decraz

The horse drank from my pool of waters and heard the cry of war from the other side

The mountains ran into the deserts from Shambhala to the inner-Asia voice-belt

HBTK mode causal inner-emblem symbol transformation weva-weva-weva

Ritam Yiam Klaki Kalki-Ritam-Yiam-Yatashta

Knowledge is knowledge on prava-ixon-intelligent-systems

Road map to the future is based on Onnovation in Innovation on a point

Observer > V-Static-Yong-Observation

Love is a flower in the sempiternal wells calling the darling light through the meadows and the marshes

Snibook technology working on docrex brocat unig: “It did the works of God’s intelligence/Or wrought the will of some supreme Unknown./Still consciousness was hidden in Nature’s womb,/Unfelt was the Bliss whose rapture dreamed the worlds.” .

 

I- Kalchakra-Symbiosis/II-The Swan on Padma Karpo/III-Kalki at War (Shambhala Art)

Ref: “It did the works of God’s intelligence….dreamed the worlds.”- Sri Aurobindo, Savitri Book II, Canto V

The Haloed Presence of the Man in the Stars in the Future Projection of the Present Via Time Travel in the Past Through the End of the Tunnel (Shambhala, Happy Happy Boughs!)

Shambhala-10, Samij Datta, 2012

The Haloed Presence of the Man in the Stars in the Future Projection of the Present Via Time Travel in the Past Through the End of the Tunnel (Shambhala, Happy Happy Boughs!)

Consciousness-Analogue

Words are eating up words in silence

Silence is the holy tongue whose grace is the language of love

Numbers are only sacred stars behind the tree of life

Origin is the witrahed-father of future poetry

Origin is orihin is origiaboun destiny of matter and spirit

Behind the sun, the supramental quantum rod is manifested through alblackica

Causal verb is the action in inaction denoted by transitive axis of time coordinates in z-plane 

The home is a home farther away from home in a boxet card

Run Jesus run, run like hell

Stone is the future from past to present in 4321 AD –where are we now?

The gods are an end in themselves as there is an end in the end of the beginning

The fruit of the rhyme-matter is worship of time by eternity in a clopen set function (Ex)

Resultant force greater than normal evolution carrier-force germination

Substance matter is Baquitra eternal in Zazitavid eternal as Vishnu in Vushnu

Ongkar is crahoho rehavo crahoho ongkar

In the forests of the night, the tyger is the sign of the new supermind

Walls fall and break, new light is coming down for the resurrection of life.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Shambhala-7, Samij Datta, 2012

The White Stone Images of the After-Light Years in the Free-Will Destiny of Sacred Time in the Alblackica Hours ‘if it were a dream’!

Tribal Art, West Bengal, 2011

The White Stone Images of the After-Light Years in the Free-Will Destiny of Sacred Time in the Alblackica Hours ‘if it were a dream’!

Consciousness-Analogue

Image intercepts images from signal-bound destinies

Raven-rod sparkle the white-dwarf star

From Shambhala to Tibet to Sikkim to South 24parganas, time’s winged-horse pulls its chariot

Om adi om adi-om-adi-chintamani link up matter with true conscious illumination

Hevaya-factor reduced by 1, analogous to motion at rest in motion

Changes reconstitute the new order

Alpha finale of the grand alala

Awakened from the inconscient sleep in a well of waters

Nag-Swarpa saw time’s axis holding the Chalice in the mouth of the great ocean 

Tat-terra-rawat-rawat-un-uni-univham

Son of Man rises from the sea

Words are token adjectives prepossessing nouns in a verbal dialogue

Words are annihilated matter in a crucible of dust

Let the mind bear the terrible light coiling into darkness and into further realms of light-after-darkness

Lines are assimilation of dots in a free space of free-sacred-free-choice

Rivers are talking to the sand dunes, language loves its metaphors

Imaginative qualia before self-dissolution is higher than creational-alpa-Qubit space

Rome in the sarcophagus is the Egypt in San Francisco via train-ether in Shambhala moon domain

And as the Sun shivers in the radioactive lake of the occult stone, the virtual is transposed on the super-real inflammatory matter of justice-light – Thou Art the Sacred Equivalent Food of Micro-Meca-Species

Apples of Cravux Moksha brought gifts to the mother-earth towards undifferentiated light 

I am not I in the anti-I of I to become the I in Anti-I of I

Logic-loop gates are closed, reason is a brisk walk before death/The Apocalypse

Rosy summer awaits the April showers to carry the fallen leaf into the autumn of the winter

And winter is Janus-Opahim Matter of Alblackica in Alblackica

Nadir buk chire rasta sagar mohonay khuje pay prachin prachuryya

Akasher parichay patre lekha achhye tar katha

Sajher alo jakhan sesh takhon samay anadiutsakendrer ei ek path

Macher jale dhara dey kato tara, uki jhuki mere dekhe ar bale “This is the true Primeval Space”- in the after light of darkness when light drank the poison of the earth, she gave her a child who was the Man in the stone as the fire raising his will to meet the impossible possible in the retrograde coordinates of this undefined creation.

Time moves in her own sweet way, her will is the power to meet the future equation of existence-consciousness & bliss

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Jupiter cheers up the Lonely Star http://astrobob.areavoices.com/

Boxet-18, Samij Datta, 2012Chin

Mind Integration from Extrohan to Eragman to Locate the Mainframe of R-Mind-R Which is the Cultural Creative Force of the Being-Vigrahaman

 

MEYAXEKA ETERNAL, Samij Datta, 2012

Mind Integration from Extrohan to Eragman to Locate the Mainframe of R-Mind-R Which is the Cultural Creative Force of the Being-Vigrahaman

Consciousness-Analogue

The beauty is submerged in the synthesis of time with consciousness

Time Square is the α-vitruvian man

He is the source of the primal light

He is the chalice/cup of the matter in the sun of the ancient years

Transforming the directions in the inelastic dual spin in dark-energy condensates

Wavicle and in the praviculin wavicle, the sector of light atom density

Has remembered the sonic diagram of cardiovascular muscles in the golden ratio

His ship is an integer after normal diffraction; the cross is a super-involuted wind-truth

It makes the flower dance, the river sing and the thunder roar

3 actions in simultaneous equations are the poetry of the supermind

Alblackica-vigrahaman-alblackica

The lunar constellations are joyful in the varltumin camera of x-position y-excitations

Z is the zion of the Daneb in the heavy Altair of the Cygnus

Light is a candle in the sub-space of an alter

Time denominations are the super-fluid history in the sempiternal voyages in The Dark Side of the Moon

A spoonful of algebra Keep Talking like music

And the Sphinx is a rooster calling the stars by their nyaobhim-clock opera cylindrical arm.

Mind of Brahman {Meta-Limb-Mind} = {infinite-finite-infinite-finite} {active-part-internal-active-part-external}

 

– Joy Roy Choudhury

 

 

The Sap-Bud Focal Hymn of Nature R=r/R Towards a Universal Social Consciousness in Matter-Truth Table

The Sap-Bud Focal Hymn of Nature R=r/R Towards a Universal Social Consciousness in Matter-Truth Table

Consciousness-Analogue in a Dialogue

The flower is the nectar of the tree

Mind-yeast fermentation yields magic numbers of the super-fast agent of light particle-carriers

Grammar is the logic-boat of argumentative process, anti-grammar is empty

The ships sail through Methuselah, Jagannath in Alblackica domain

The lord is the lord of the sand-particle in the boat-mesons of the aborigines

“Where Alph, the sacred river, ran…”

Alpha omega virtues of the time in zime give red earth some rain

Coal splinters are the clock in the cyclones of infinity

Yime-horse running on space-field grace-built structure

6971>T<1769 6 words in August make the Nepoleon

Tat Sat Adi Om

Brahman is Brahman the magic particle in elementary prosody

Racine wrote tragedy of man that is humus to the plants        

And plants are flowers in the existence of consciousness

In the plabintim-circuit of the creation, the stone was a task-force of resurrection.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture/West Sikkim, Joy Roy Choudhury

“Where Alph, the sacred river, ran…”, Kubla Khan, S. T. Coleridge

Artwork, Samij Datta, 2012

Time that Unfolds in the Sacred Destiny of Existence: The Will-Factor in Spiritual-Vowen-Supratohentim-Supramental

 

P-3, Samij Datta, 2012

Time that Unfolds in the Sacred Destiny of Existence

Consciousness-Analogue

Birds are chirping in the skies

Leaves of Tibet are turning into green yellow and golden flakes

They formed a triangular mass of a unique dimension

That has portable space-hen ship-time in its memory card

We are coming from beyond over the boundary to conquer life

And establish the new race on earth

Oh beautiful South China seas in the Amazon of the Ganges

Is there a definite significance of a time-line in the taste of immortality?

Is there a riddle that we are trying to unlock?

 

Or is it the new moon of the dark graviton in the micro-Lilith hibiscus of ryto-blomin          

Capital-stock pilgrims to the temple of the sun are carried on her Haphaestus wings

Man is not a soldier but a dreamer of wars in a field of glory

But the fountain of light promised words instead of guns

But, the man, then is a medicine Buddha like Hippocrates dreaming of images that heal body & mind

He painted the old frescoes in every church, temple, mosque and monastery

He was an architect building monuments, towers and game-resorts

He was the child of infancy riding the white horse with apostolic angels and bodhisattvas

He was as an Argonaut of the Golden Fleece piloting explorations into unreachable destinies of the divine matrix

Yaya-chakra-chintamani-yaya

But thinking didn’t make him a man but his actions did

He was in pursuit of his Will that was the source of all his power

He composed the Eudaimonic operas to reconcile the truth between the living and the dead

And when he found himself alone in this world

Like a tiny speck of sand among the wind in the reeds

Like a subatomic quasar in the quantum hyper-reality of retrocausal silence

He cried like a baby sitting over the bank plucking grass ambassadors of the morning light

Meanwhile, the river went on its usual way:

“Aruk semat erativ Erasmus

Texondo morpa voitrana  nui dhip

Child let it grow…let it blossom

And in the annual festival at the Changmo dance

Colours danced to the beat of a wave in the wavicle of its infinity

And as time closed the gaps between sun-width mud-length of a lake

An inner voice of freedom came outside

The rule ate the law in the grape-moun version of the anti-matter run

And gave acres of alblackica free space to the child to recompose

Till he became the man he is who found the paradise.

– Joy Roy Choudhury

Ref: Picture (R): The Lotus Born Babe, Padmasambhava (Source: Wikipedia, Hemis Monastery.